We don't forget. We remember all of the journey. Or part of it. Just to remember them, When everytime we think, We went across it. And the gush of wind? They just pass across your face, And tell you, The summer never takes away what is already there. It just make new spaces around the corner. Like you, love.
It all comes back. At a rush, in a hurry. Like a puddle of mud You avoid successfully And a car come crashing, Ruining all your effort Of your previous sleepless night.