while they go.

The smoke strokes the heart
Leaving a scar,
A brown, unpleasant scar like life.
Each day neighbour’s eyes
left a scar on the wall…
The rain poured on a drowsy facade
Imprinting a shapeless scar like love..
Eyes closed for a while
Making a dark hole on thoughts…
A leaf falls on the street,
Leaving a scar in the wind, a curse…
Kids came running
Bringing a red seed from the heart.
A handful of sand from the graveyard
And a thistledown from the depth of innocence…
Like a scar I stood there …

Forgive me…
For I have brought nothing
but a flower of scars.