Departure

Scent of lemon brings the wind, brother.

Kills the laughter and withers a flower.

A house loses its garden, roots of power.

Another bird flies, search for a father.

Only the nest is left with a mother.

Like stagnant dust on the top of the tower.

Childhood washes mud prints in the shower.

Time comes back and looks for a runner.

Screams pierce your heart, just rain in spring.

Thunder lights the way. She invites us to play!

Inherited left feet, pack an extra wing.

A goodbye to home? Maybe another day.

Courage and power for the road helps you sing.

A smile in the suitcase, soon will end May!