summer does not burn the fire,
wood is moist ,
it rained whole night
do not ask me why did i get cold
do not tell me, why did i not
take care
you know
every time seasons change
and some leaves show
their signatures
i stand quietly under a tree
that has shed its leaves
and with its bare branches
await the drops of the rain
to clothe it
or cover it with shawl
of your deep gazes,
now,
will u not threaten me
by turning your eyes away
and
let me wait
for shade in this hot summer
till spring comes
and your gazes bloom on the branches
covering my sky with
smell
of your beaths