nostalgia

vanish , nostalgia, poetry , solitude , wings

When someone else
Holding your hand,
It is like
Someone else
Should live
Your dreams ...


When you smile
To me
The trees are floating
Into the air
Full of desire
and wings...


Desert itself
Become an ocean
Of yellow and dust
In which my thougts
Are floating
Near The End...

When someone
talk you
Is like
The whole universe
hurts me , like
The hole universe
Vanished away
Irreparable
From me.