A gut feeling pierced through,
resembling a threadlike knot
seamlessly connects a thousand unceasing thoughts,
a bookshelf reveries of you free flowing,
though unutterably bewildered, it broke the hush
Can you feel me missing you,
if I don't see a silhouette of you in a day,
my world turns cloudy
Your fragrance I searched,
it paints the autumn foliage,
its various shades of love with black and blue
When the dry leaves in mid August fall,
will you think of the pure white snowfall
in December distant and cold,
so I go chasing, just liking the sun,
for distance of us two in mid summer