Worried Thatch

You see my smile in front of the door?
from overnight kupaku in the latch
so as not mistaken menyenyumi Hadirmu

kupanas-with memories that you heat the solder
moreover pale blossoms that fade not blue
occasional wrinkled lips mencerucut
but not you
only on the wind plastered cans that mocked

but until the weeds on the edge of the window yellow
verdant, yellowing
some seasons
chased waiting their turn
tore apart the calendar

contortion miss still on the edge of a dream
not approached not stay away.