Poetess II : Oblivion

You still remember the leaping streams
The tremulous murmuring of leaves -
And bouquet of words that you wrote
Percolating through shadows
Like an easy summer breeze,
A sudden bustle in the lonely twig
Peeling the bare forest of its silence
And as the twilight came, I erased
My fruitless signatures , 'cause all my infinitesimal being
Was nothing but a crater of your riddles.