Will you give me
a bit of time,
of my own,
nowhere to be found.
Let the Galaxy be at stall
with only me, revolving
about the axis
of my own existence.
So that,I can hear
the drizzle of the raindrops,
pouring from the clouds,
emerged from the evaporated heartstrings.
Feel the water deep, pure
on my roots,
filtrated, tearing the layers
of long accumulated sludge.
Face the sun with naive leaves
drenched in sunlight,
before we both burn to ashes
evolving to dark.