It's desert now the river of babylon*

It's desert now the river of babylon*
I sat by the river of babylon and wept over the memories of leaves.
the water of the river swayed them to dissolve the tears of my face
on my reflections
The tears are
ramnants of a wonder, proofs of obliviance's non existance.
jasmin's redolance of aşk, daisy's innocance.
the trans of hyacinth
just to sense their perish.perish.perish
I sat there in memoriam of petals, leaves and trees
only to find them only in my delirious dreams.