Life Poetry
The Lost Girl
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One day sitting on my emptiness
I found that girl,
Who ran away behind the butterflies
Handling his scarf
Used to be lost again
Behind the books,
Humming gazelle
It was often found in the library,
Was found at the porch of the house
Ever frozen drops in the rain except
The sky was touched with open hands
And breathing heavily
First rain wanted to take
The fragrance of sweet sandy soil,
Kept in his books
Used to eat dry flowers
From the fragrance of his words,
Danced around it, giving
Used to fill his diary pages,
Leaving the friends
She looked at the roof
Cloud and made
Among them, countless works,
Then his fingers often
Some names were written in corners,
Why people call her silence
He could not read, he did not care,
Yes, because he knew
Pole star, moon and stars,
Then one day that girl
Lost somewhere
Do I still love her
From books, do you still
Tempt her to do characters,
What is still humming is that rhymes,
When will you ever ask her
And she will say that in bed
Keeping color and brush
Has dried now.
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