All days' ve flown down the wall
Where we would fly the kite
Under the boiling sunshine
And clouds, dancing in joys.

Only stains breathe now
Like spatches painted
On the road after rain.

Even today that squirrel
Comes and try to find out
Our legs just like a boy
Who searches his lost
Coin in the sand.

The gardener still approaches
And sleep soundly .
None disturbs him.

Daily I visit this place
I couldn't resist myself

Again the heart wishes
To stand in the same water
But legs stumble
Like those of a pigeon
On the window..