(this idea always knocked my head in the morning when i walked to the cafetaria, and when walked back to the apartment. I wrote down in the bored class. Rehovot, May 15 - 2009)
remembering the time
when i was walking at the pathway
looking to empty wood chair under the purple tree
imagine that u was sitting there
waving your hand to me
and with happily heart i will run to your side
but you was not there
remembering the time
i was walking along in a buzy street
my heart was hoping that you will come out from that crowded
take my hand and give me your warm smile
but you not there
remembering the time
when i was sitting in the bus tour
i was thinking that you sitting beside me
share all the view together
but she is not you
Yes
my heart is always looking for you
(where are you.....?)
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