I miss you again awake
when the barren complains on the straw that lay
when arid wiggling on the dried up
yellow bowed the top of the weeds
to the rain that never came
*like my old sense of silence
when love has gone deep in figuratively
when love has been forgotten far away without a story
when longing miserable underbelly that *
and memories sink in the deepest heartland
not qayal, sometime i will miss you again
as it is today, when my fragile heart is tired in a lonely dress
)
*such as a seasoned drought so long
not even the dew shall not be found in the hoop
dried out all over the field
green withered wilted
even breezy naked merajah smack*