When your mine

How old were you then?

When I was a bus driver.

When autumn came to your place

I was wearing a raincoat.

When you were a poet, I was illiterate.

I kept your writings with care

When I tidied up the house, you were a nomad

A migratory bird that had not built a nest.

You had wings to fly

I am just a prisoner. Featherless.

Because your dream touched the ground

I have applied Borolin to the wound.

You are still and serious, I am gradually distant

A chasm in the middle, no sound of a fall

I don't know what is at the end of your galaxy?

Ahead of me is a directionless long distance.

Love is beautiful with perfect person..