What gust of wind has put on my lips
This fool smile?
Who lost this smile smelling of rose embers
In the sunset;
Trembling like bird fluttering wing saying goodbye
To the nest;
Sobbing in the tones of autumn falling leaves
From the branches;
Dreamy like a willow in love with the glory of the moon
In the river waves?
Who lost this smile that responds only
To your name,
And why the wind put it on my lips
Instead of your kiss?