A Stranger

 We met as a stranger.

But you seem like I know you for ages

As the one who dwells in you

Swings in you and take you to the edges

The part of you remains inside me into the depth.

As the one who breathes in you.

Soothes you and live in you until your death

The End is not the Satire of Satan

But it is the birth of memories who never dies.

As the one who born again and again and again from the ashes like Phoenix.