You gave me the love of Fanush on a dry leaf.A little sun fell on my face through the south window. The sun rises in a flood of light, the moon turns into a full moon. Think, if our love was like that in one bed.Our story began in the fearless warmth of winter.How many words?Not to mention the sweet smile, the touch of a thousand colors.How much love there was, I tied the circle of time. I find a nest of peace in my chest. My son is a pilgrim monk, I was born in the wrong world. If I don't find the last hour of my death in your arms. I am not disturbed by your presence.The garden is as before, but I am not there. Is the cat still here to cut you? Meow. But I'm not in that story. I'm just a weed in your garden.You can think of me as a mouse. I'm the one who destroyed your garden. You drove that mouse out of the garden. A new cat in your garden makes you happy. Maybe you will keep it forever.
© Xavier