When I paid attention..
Your shadows, became
Like September leaves
Shaken by the wind..
Such as affectionate butterflies
On windows..
Raises sometimes quietly
And folded sometimes!
,
Oh..if your shadows..
Become a green from shed tears..;
I will make from my eyes springs!
Fatima Nusairat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-your-shadows-become-a-green/
