Warm whisp'ring through the slender olive leaves
Came to me a gentle sound,
Whis'pring of a secret found
In the clear sunshine 'mid the golden sheaves:

Said it was sleeping for me in the morn,
Called it gladness, called it joy,
Drew me on 'Come hither, boy.'
To where the blue wings rested on the corn.

I thought the gentle sound had whispered true
Thought the little heaven mine,
Leaned to clutch the thing divine,
And saw the blue wings melt within the blue!

My mind is evolving around his'
waiting for ours;
collide,
connected,
consolidate,
yet,
mine couldn't see
his' have been secured
from external interference

There was so much to say,*
how could you end your day without thinking of me?
how could you not drinking coffee which is my favorite?
how could you let the fire inside burning me down to ashes?
how could you leave me so that I am longing for my bright smile?
how could you pass the day without someone you once loved the most?
how could you even dare to breathe while I am suffocated and shattered here?
how could you even alive when I am dying here?