My Scattered Thoughts Ix

We could neither live nor die together now we are neither alive nor dead we could not cross the bounds of ceremonies still the dear ties did not end if not grown the dark shadows of the long moments of the sad evening veiled the poles the kids who could not trap the butterflies got tired running in vain; a few moments were left there in your arrival but the Ones who waited for ages lost the game and passed away; God! bless me with an art so that I can scribe a name in an invisible ink deceiving all the probing eyes; I wonder how they could touch the zenith of the success in trials of the world who could never ascend the heavens of hearts; No reliance on the arms that could not shed the weakness; hey, you! veil yourself so opaque never letting others read the book of life in your eyes, not even the inscription of dedication! ! !