LOST IN TIME

RUMBLE OF LOST TIME
Rumble of Lost Time:
It's somewhere It was echoing.
Withered branches
Dreams of leaves
Burnt in thoughts
Gone For a long time
Result of waiting:
Autumn...
In spring sought them;
can't see Can't feel it. of lovers
Waking dreams
It was very faded, faded.
Rivers of dreams
Hot summers
Called for cage
He was taken and settled on time.
Two remaining papers
There are more City streets
Skyscrapers 
From the sands of the desert the dreams
More Expectations
Until the next dream
Until the next rain
And the river remaining to heal the wound,
Not well. I spread my arms,
Hold on tight
Palm trees
Not to lose hope returning to himself,
Other than owning to
freedom of the hurricane hot
On the wings
Also name the body weight