In that orange afternoon I first saw you
at that moment I knew you are the woman
after the sleepless nights the scent of you
made me love life again,
remove those naked shadows on wall,
paint them for once with happiness.
I remember your silent footsteps,
your lips on my sun burnt dry lips
I can even see the orange skirt of yours
through the window the afternoon
sun came and fell on your face.
Perhaps you smiled,
perhaps you loved me too.
I don’t know but I do know
that day I first scented
the coming of the Spring.