Whole

At the end of the drought,
when the leaves are no longer whole,
drought brushed dust,
eliminate trace your steps,
I paused,
forget the laughter and tenderness,
pray,
leaving disaster,
from this lonely soul.


Seagull across the ocean,
farther away as your heart away from me,
maybe I'm still waiting for you here,
at this airport,
but not for our love,
not.


Stop cursing,
because the sky was filled with your hurt,
Stop sulking,
crying nothing more beautiful than a wry smile.


Arid,
You know not what it barren?
Like sand without grassland,
without shelter huts and a sip of water.


I know you're like a dewdrop in the leaf,
clear and pure in lush forest,
stop cursing,
because the sky was filled with your hurt,
Stop sulking,
crying nothing more beautiful than a wry smile,
stop asking who is,
because I am never become history and inscriptions.