A lonely
bird
who lost in
her way
sat next to
me
Unexpectedly
flashed in
my mind
with a lone
gone memory
in a closed
chapter . . .
Once a young
bird
blind with
her feelings
flew to
catch a mirage
that she
never gets
seeking help
to make it
up to her dream . . .
Picture
frames have changed
It’s not
like what it used to be
does she
knows it
or just
pretend that she don’t . . .
Life is like
a circle
what goes
around
come back
around
may be in
different way
with a
different shape . . .
I wander why
Women are mysterious
like a puzzle
always with
missing parts
that you
never solve
even you try
life time . . .
what else
should do
except
avoiding
because
there was nothing before
and never
would be . . .
