Baskadia

Once in a rainy field

The wet grass and the scent it yield

Over the horizon of clouds and grey

The mountains show yet too shy to play

The buzzing streets and the sound it makes

And the trucks so fast they can't press the breaks

Standing there near an empty chair

I saw her running with rain drops on her hair

She aranged her looks and lovely dress

And I catched a glimpse of beauty on her mess

As she looked at me with gentle eyes

I stared away yet her beauty never lies

As the bus honked, stopped and parked

I looked at her as she left a mark

A folded paper, and something inside

A lovely name, my heart has to find