If I write few words for you
I would blame my heart
So I write love,
and words wonder, How?

My head rest on wooden branch,
My body no longer seek rest,
No matter where,
East or west.

No matter where in the mountains ,
or in the echoes and avalanche.

I hesitate to dedicate anything to you,
Forget me little by little,
No longer I complain.

If I write few words for you
It would be, just a word
it's FADED.

© AnasHusain