YELLOW FLOWER
along the campus road
no snow here becomes ice
I felt the cold breeze remember
no hio scent anymore
there is no fairytale tale here
history is hard to be buried
the flower of the teenager
develop the scents of science
achieved with love
along campus roads without
a woman headed for a prayer mosque
the task of drizzling umbrella
commemorating the professor
so good one friend has come home
I'm still trapped by rain
