Optimism
My roof is an evidence
where I wander every night
memorize every moment
imagine a bow in a corner
as you are sitting keep your head down
as apologizing of vanished from my sight
and the breeze makes me optimistic
that you will come back
but just before the night has come
some birds fly near me and go so far
makes me mad as you will never be around me again
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