Goodbye to the willow-land and the crusty shed
Where all the tears, emotions, breath
And deep fears are all shared.
Goodbye to the weary-trees, the lakes
Where we all plunge-in for pleasure
Goodbye to the fountains maids and
Mountains that kiss high closer to the sky,
Passion and emotions that looks pale
When the souffle on the blue tray
Are missing yolks.
Goodbye to the blue chirping-bird,
Young when i was young, with her
Presence still among nor adjourned
Goodbye to my old griefs, sins and my