For Koppy Poem by Seiji Lushai

How I wish I could fly.
Red bull won't give me wings,
Instead it would make me
burn the midnight oil,
And my mind would wonder wide and wild,
Searching for your fragrance that lingers
lucidly elusive, in my heart.
The only sad thing, in this perfect autumn is that
you are not with me,
To tame this hazy madness,
Of longing and loneliness.
But Koppy, I've sent my kisses,
I hope the wind would carry it
to you, where they always belong.