It’s been six months, I hugged her
Precisely six months and ten days.
Last time her eyes were red
And tears peeped through her eyes
Prior to this, she wept.
This time when I hugged her
I couldn’t measure her tears.
I suppose it was larger than the sound
Made by the landing plane
Whenever she hugs me
It feels like the shade of the trees, in the mid summer
Or a heavy rain on the cracking land.
I also feel the fragrance of the raw land
When the first rain embraces the earth
Green, green leaves and dew drops on it.
It’s been six months, I slept
On her high and lows of her breast.
Its six months ten days I hugged her.
Precisely six months and ten days.
Last time her eyes were red
And tears peeped through her eyes
Prior to this, she wept.
This time when I hugged her
I couldn’t measure her tears.
I suppose it was larger than the sound
Made by the landing plane
Whenever she hugs me
It feels like the shade of the trees, in the mid summer
Or a heavy rain on the cracking land.
I also feel the fragrance of the raw land
When the first rain embraces the earth
Green, green leaves and dew drops on it.
It’s been six months, I slept
On her high and lows of her breast.
Its six months ten days I hugged her.
