Away. Not here

Dear someone
i dont want to be your sweetheart
being sweetheart is so tired


my heart has to work in the way its not ready yet and it can be overloaded
being friends, we still care for each other but dont have to be sad for each other
i wont feel jealous when see you with other girls and you too
we can talk to each other easily and free without pretending
you can tell me about your love and me too, and we get advice from each other, improve together, right?

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This poem i wrote few years ago, i just found it in my old collection and tried to translated into english

there is a whisper in new breeze
balmy autumn odour is wafted that makes the air sweet
a dreamy ripple is falling in my eyes
there is only immense violet that reflects in the still sky
looking back, i realize im passing a time bridge
many thing passed by, like 16 age that seems doesnt need
listen deeply to childhood rhymth whispering
grass's flavour in the very far field sweetens lazy sky oversleeping
sun drops print flowers on tiny leaves
soft cold of autumn beginning, just enough for a shawl to knit
afternoon rain leaves a sweet sorrow in innocent eyes
a silent window spilled with falling stars and tender moon that are friends of mine every night

what shall i be after childhood rhymth? beautiful sunrise? blue moon? or splendid rainbow?
or may be a wild frai flower in front of winter cold?
after childhood door, can i see land embroided with the sun, sky with seven colors clouds?
i dont remember what name of bridge i passed across
i dont know reason for tears when i realize i have just stepped over childhood
as i pass as i look back, suddenly feel sad ...missing feet as regret
childhood will become deep memory...everytime i touch, every time i look back, there is only soft ligh of candle that reflects everything thats like real,thats like illusory...

flowers are lending gentleness of wind to send their fragrance open mind, open soul to feel their colorful spirit mild rain is gently falling to adorn the land floating on the lake like pure tiny eyes flourished taste the air seems its applied fresh odour on birds are raising the head to sing a song newborn delicate buds are sprouding to blossom beneath the sun's kiss i find my own rainbow that its hues never split have a clear and open look to sky sky sets stars a big space to show their light soaring my soul to gather nicest dream touch the stars, touch the core of night... wishing to reach the long life of nature's splendid desire to raise our heart,our mind with invisible wings to fly...

walk about spring field
breathe the air thats sweet
feel grass kiss my feet


see fresh petals with dew drops glistening
and eyes of tender leaves smiling
listen to sweet whisper of breeze
could be a leaf glided in it
touch butterflies alighting on flower
make it colourful like a rainbow, whose radiance will remain forever


gaze at the stars ...appreciate the way they light up the sky
stars...adorn the sky to let moon look more bright

stars...where my eyes always pay attention and behold
where store dreams of my soul...