When
in the calm and lonely night
a breezing wind sings a song
of quite unknown season of love...
I do start changing
the pages of my past days
one by one...
and even more to the introversion
where in the island of memories or
such as like
once hot summer's afternoon of June
I feel warmth of your that touch
even now feeling that at this moment...

Firdaus Khan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unknown-season-of-love/