A flower of a stranger

Among these streets,

I havent met with my flower

During standing on that when im looking at you

The sand is coming up

Like my eyes,like the storm of a wind and a heartbeat of mine,

I havent met a flowers in that street

But a sand met,why?

In there i saw a waterfall with a bush of an unflowrished flowers,

But i doesnt saw a flowers,why?

Waterfall is not watering it for life,

The field is not taking it stupidly,

But smile of a strangers is accompanying their look,why?

Among those thousands, i havent met mine,why,

Life is asking, while a look of a strangers silencely is answering,

Water is not enough,for fields,to be filled,

Waterfall is not a water yet,just like

A bush of flowerished flowers are not a flowers yet,why?

Among these thousands,

I havent met mine in that street,why?