sitting up in my bed
the llights out,
Listening to 60ist  jazz music ,
lifting my old
Favorite the kite runner,
letting the words of
the book
enter
me
as I heard the motor bike
Honking about the
room,
Shouting his love
That they gonna get late,
I preferred
Not peek outside
But my head already
Had a great scene,
The girl running with smile
Of apology
Seeing her flipping hair
In with wind
He gets flushed
They smile and shares the warm
Kiss
They looked happy inside my head
But my book was the saddest ,
I put out my book light stick to
Dream another beautiful illusion.
W.E