Grip

I will always ask

About the many times you have passed

When it rains, where are you?

When the clouds are with the blue sky, do you see it too?

Then, what leaves did you find in the first fall?

On those streets, are you still alone?

Or is there a hand that has held your journey

Reaching your silence

Reach out to the colorful world of your tone those pictures,

Please...

Paste just a little

On a wall that I can see freely

Those moments,

I want to hug her too

Even though it's not mine

And it will cool like snow

But I know, only your hands are warm