An old friend

Lime and almonds ware depositing in our stomachs,
making the rounds of the taps last night.
Talking about past decade in turn so dimly,
we might reach the sky and touch the rugged moon.
When our first cries rang on earth desperately,
the ice in the Berlin Wall had just melted away.
So,we have been anonymous by nature and from now on.
Lime and almonds hugged and said "Goodbye."


In the midnight convenience store,
the drunken friend said "these shelves seems like a map."
I read it in my heart as "like a geographical map."
Actually, I want to write in rhyme.