My shrine

You are my shrine

Where I used to go

To have rest

To feel quiet

Not to feel lonely

You are the leaves

Of my trees

The only tree to give fruit

You are fruitful to others

I can’t dream to have you alone

I wish if this only dream came true

I f only I’m recovered from your fever

Hallucination without ammunition

I can’t be immunized

A child in a woman

Reverie, daydream

Hallucination but segregation.