Mugs are still as it is,
With aroma seeds dried.
Dinning is as it is,
dust-laden plates near your serving gloves.
Books are as it is,
dog eared pages playing with winds.
Dinning is as it is,
dust-laden plates near your serving gloves.
Books are as it is,
dog eared pages playing with winds.
Your smiling photo still smile as it is,
Like pain in my heart.
Everything is as it is,
and I am as it is,
Everything is as it is,
and I am as it is,
Waiting and longing,
Do come back and make them live...
