Cities Cry There? Poem by saifon treenawong

I do not know whether she secretly cried last night.

But because of my own dreams.

See you again when the guard line.

She is the new sun bathing.

Gray, white, red and green

Everyday clothes, she received a hug from the light.

While the south wind blows gently comforting.

She looked around to wake up to yourself again.

With the eyes of the inspection.

And consideration that

Last night she cried yes or no.

Or just want to pass time when the expedition

To the hilarity of the dance

Until you hurt

Alone

Flows and release the tears come out eventually.

I did not know her by any means comforting.

I do not know how to behave in front of the sadness.

Second, because in the past I just cry yourself.

And never thought to solace himself off heartache

Albeit a sad time when it will pass.

Only bright eyes.

The new world view clearly than ever before.