A Stranger I Hardly Understand Poem by Thoisquare Tongbram

How I love to hear the leaves
Rustle as the spring wind weaves
And winds through the city
In all its silent beauty.
Tapping on the window pane
A smooth tone, too comes the rain.

At my study room window
I'd stand as my mind flows.
Come to think of the past
Life went by too fast
Pictures of the past made alive.
One by one they come to life.
As if once wasn't enough
Reliving those crests and troughs
I miss that silent voice
That speaks to me by its own choice
Now it seems to have left me.
Abandoned, I am left to be
A stranger I hardly understand