As long as your silence exists
You gave me a resigned sigh but did not give me the utterance- I do not love you. And so I am still in the state so-so, still in the hope that one day the sunflower of my desire will meet the sun, my nightingale-dream will never be a nightmare. The sky will kiss the ground heavily guarded by 1001 roses, the airy clouds will soon turn into the Towering cumulus ready to make rains. It is to be remembered that a great many water droplets make a cloud- every word of yours is a droplet to me. A word
