The words that fall
and break in the corridor.
Some coals are smoking.
The whole body is burning.
The fragrance of the past is
blooming inside and outside.
The smells of the past
that are hidden behind today.
The winds of fire…
If today’s summer were to be drowned in the rain…
The piercing eyes and ears to hear the sound,
I am the only one in it.
I want to wander with you.
Lost in the endless memories of birth and death…
In the excitement of a wind of love fire.
By: Sindhu Gatha