A poem From My Heart

Do not remove your fingers from my eyes.
I will continue to run through the light.
Deep breath to destiny.
I hear you through the dawn.
A piece of painted prayer.
At the dawn sky rumbled adzan strains, so brave.
I'll run over your sad dew.
Who shouted through the roar of destiny,
A blind man who only wait.
When the death of teak leaves adzan after dawn.
That the branches upon the grass.
While waiting for drizzling
Whose roots no longer miss droplets slipping.
BSH reply from your fingers.
My dream to wake up to your voice that dripped.
In teak leaves, then broke twigs.
And divide the roots,
For a hope, I plead
Do not let your fingers my dr two balls.