The sky of my heart

The weather was pleasant; it seemed all the colors came in one sky. All the touches of laughter became the fortune of this heart, the glow of the sun-washed the darkened cracks of the heart, and filled with the illumination. The hazy breeze touched the soul as a silk sheet rolled from the body; the drips of rain kissed the cheeks. The light of the moon made an estrange smile on the face- like when one smiles on the showers of petals. It was the novel when he was my sky. When he left, he took his sky with him; and I felt the ground slipped under my feet. He went by taking all the colors from my sky and left me with hollow eyes and a shattered heart. The eyes -which had been smiled by his name and someone could surely see his shadow- had not smiled for a year; the heart- which had swung for his one sight- had not talked for a year. It has been a year, I am saying to forget him from tomorrow, but the next morning’s sun brings his scenes. The sky of my heart has not a single color, the ground of my heart has dried, and the rays of the moon has not passed from my soul. The sky of my heart is surrounded by the dark clouds of his separation and waiting for the light of his star.