~~
While the dawn flashed
Even rest of the friends went away
Exhausted cigarettes were on the Ash Tray
Evidence of the lost existence of
None didn't recall her, her words
But everyone moved with his head
Morning to evening, random
Not remembering, wandering
How many people came
within too many ways
Again went through,
anywhere
Once I saw
even they didn't come back
anymore
At the late afternoon
in the window of my gray days
I remember some faces
Mystic flowers remained
prostrate in the dust of
meandering ways
Came back
and picked up her
Loved, love
Far away on the other end,
rose up schematically
with the seventh
tunes of the guitar
None didn't recall, her words
within the crowd
of a thousand faces,
In the counter path
of the clock
again I heard the song
The old song replaced
by the new,
morning shines
with the new sun
I hear the sounds of cry
of a new baby
Fungus has seen on the tape
of the old cassette
You are captive
within a dust covered album
My friend,
The lost spring,
The richness of our love,
As if I have left thousands of dreams
Intangible time passing gently
with the tic tic of the timepiece
As if I have passed on the fastest train
Recognized the great known,
unknown wilderness
I woke up,
Saw
On the one hand,
your faded picture
The other hand,
holding hands of
The New Stranger of time
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@Musfiq us shaleheen