The walk along the street of your words

You were worthy of love …

The different streets exist in towns.
But I would like to find the street
which was full of your sunny words.
I remember it was summer.
I remember it was the town.
The town was a ruler of various streets.

crowded streets…
deserted streets…
dead-end streets…

I preferred the unusual street of your words
which you created for me specially.

Nobody else knew my secret.
I have found the town.
I have found the street.
I have a walk along the street of your words.
They did not disappear after a long time.
My walk is full of your sunny words.
I know them all except
the words “He was worthy of love”.
These new words are written
by a sad drizzling rain
on a glass of pools
for me specially.