… twirling key <br />on my hand <br />reminds me <br />of you, gone <br />was like yesterday <br />in jungles full of honey <br />bees never bit me <br />but crawl all over <br />especially when <br />we are together <br />they sing melody <br /> <br />to my ears; it’s absolute beauty <br />even blue sky could envy <br />pouring her tears, rustling <br />on treetops, deafening <br />we end up running for shed <br />and end up to softness <br />of a bed. <br /> <br />how beautiful that was <br />i could feel my hands clasp <br />my eyes look up <br />but all is empty; but my eyes<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/but-my-eyes/
