Ah yes:
To yearn, and then return
While the wheels churn –
– Of time, of cars…
They are but no concern of ours
As we rush on, with nimble feet,
To overlook the funny pleat
In days and nights and counted hours… –
They are but no concern of ours… –
The dew’s on daisies, on the fern,
In droplets decking out the flowers,
The reels, the reeds that lift and burn
The morning mists to clear skies
Reflecting light light in our eyes…
Fall AM
2015 Baku