The fragil Chamonile

                  I
Watching the fog on the river
makes me look for your fading face
look for the lasting sight
look for the rithm of life.
                   II
Every girl walking around me is just a flash of you
Every piece of nature remembers me your lips
Every small sound goes back to your laugh
Every breath I take, rewinds me your smile
                   III
Doing that; it makes me shriver
How can I, full of emotions resurface?
No future for me, nothing in foresight
I feel my fragility... total birdlike
                   IV
May I say with my heart on hand...thankyou?
and inmediatelly perform a backslip?
or forget my river and its haugh?
entirelly cut all the close together chamomile?
Nooo I can't...