With Love

With love I ask wind about the breath In fall of greeting cryings I walk on shore of your eyes I do not ask rain about you that your hand cry for cold of winter I sit with you up to the end of a feeling of a sunset anemone kiss has which I love sound of petal in breez to caress your eyelids I pour a bowl of loneliness water under my self fall tree I sit under patient tree of my sorrows to see your smile leaf green Find my the shadow You know that warmth of neigh bors tree is still annoying me From tomorrow I will select my tears for you with your love I put my head undr wing of butterfly That nobody sees shyness my tears