forgotten streets

Where those feet would fall roses would groom,
Dimples on your cheeks would glow,
On her curves river would curve,
With her smile crops grew itself.
Those street would be forgotten and left

From whose home afternoon would shine,
NOw at her yard dawn is heard,
Those dark curls would be night,
sometimes u would find her,
In your arms at bed.
Those street would be forgotten and left

Heart is piece of pain.
It is now becoming stone.
is it blind smoke well or closed street?
It is very small moment which doesnt end
MIllion way i burn it,
It doesnt burn away.
Those street would be forgotten and left.
The street where i wont go again.