Your Decemberic Dance Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

There are spread your leaves
Where each life that we lived smiles
They're moving on airy beat
From here to there, and from there to here
What's north without South
And what's center if there are no any sides
Your Decemberic dance enchants me, beloved
Each single move is full of music
And the memories are giving birth to poems
Would it be wrong if I call myself your offspring
The one who's born after your touch
Your silence surrounds me; it embraces me
Why so much silence? Come, connect it
Return, for this wait is full of antique moments
Where only you and I are soiled to each other.