do you think
i should let
go now
and stop
picking up
those fallen
leaves?
i loved
collecting
them
for my
vintage
album
as inspired
by that
magical
bond
i
a
l
w
a
y
s
cherished,
embraced,
yet
n
e
v
e
r
e v e r
saw
flourish,
(d i d i
j u s t
i m a g i n e
i t . . .?)
the touch
of those leaves
still feels
too raw
i t
s t i r s
m y
s o u l
n a k e d
yet,
I keep
hoping
for the day
i’ll see your
handsome
tree
s
t
a
n
d
i
n
g
t
a
l
l
and,
finally,
and,
s u r e l y,
f o r
e v e r
g
r
e
e
n
blue at night
falling prey
to those
crystallised
t e a r s
pale verses
written
for you—
o n l y
and dissolving
in the air
like cigar
p u f f s
i want to kiss
the immense
depth of
your dark
f e a r s
when you are
blue at night,
and hope for
an answer to your
p r a y e r s
pale verses
to hold tight to
as if they were
your
r
e
s
c
u
e
r
o
p
e
s
for
those blue
n i g h t s