Dear Snow White,
The mult-dimensed feelings that has been sparked simultaneously from the corner of heart are preventing me to start in a definite way…….Kathmandu is getting rid of the coldness, I met the Miss Gentreeze yesterday…she was in hurry to call the autumn…..so i thought meeting her on april 23rd would be more delightful. It is very very long time since i met you last time.
You remember the last time we met? I believe u do like me, i believe you miss the moment, when it was raining and we were under the same umbrela, you miss the moment when you hide urself in my heart before the sand Tornado when we were in Africa, you miss the sunset at sydney harbour, when we found the world most beautiful…. I still feel good when i recall the moments with you. I have never before told you that i had written a poem on the day of our final separation…here it is:
In a beautiful garden
there was a red rose
it was the eve of the june
an anonymous on his way
goes near the rose and stay
everything past away
the day and night
but the man thought he was right
one day to the red rose
the man said "i love you"
red rose became more red
with surprise and shy
but she said
i dont feel the way you do
i love the drops of dew
the man lost the rose
and went away,
dew too with the maria wind
the red rose was alone
all alone forever
and finally gone…….