The Ruins Of Secrets..

I see the snowflakes in the summer, When you are with me as a lover, I feel the warm sun in the winter, When you gaze me as the clean pixel displayer, When I am with you, the world seems to be empty, You and I are the ones, walking around freely, When we walked through the Bazaars of poor and mighty, The smell of our countrymen never smelt, not salty, The dirty wading pool during rainy seasons, seems to be clean, The summer sun hides, not having the guts to shine, The flowers from the botanical garden bloom on our skin, when we are clean not keeping the secrets in our brains.