Poem #2 : AFTERNOON STORY

AFTERNOON STORY

This afternoon among the scorching heat
I miss the yard
Miss who is still frozen

This afternoon among the dust - the flying dust
I shared the wind with lonely
Wish miss was able to beat its wings

If longing is zero
I'll still be a coward
Who only dares to hide behind phrases
Silent behind the masks of the sun
Which makes the day slowly fade

If longing is zero
I will keep the taste in a lump of despair
Which I knit myself
In a heart that has become lonely

This afternoon between the days that were getting higher
I tapped the longing along with the wind in the yard
Afternoon want to be with the flying dust
I try to feed my longing to come back to you

Kind Regards

@tronlee