The Whistling Train
On the way of home
I can still hear the whistling train
Passing by the loveliest park
Where we met first
I remembered your glimmering
face
with so many tales
Spilling from your pink lips
and the eyes
that kept every secrets beneath
the oceanic waves.
Thnking about everything that belongs
to you I smiled
but my eyes , full of tears
You are not with me , my love
But I will never forget you
Until the last breathe of life
