If you're religious
I have lot of books
And if not, I have some other journals
With coloured pictures.
Please do not hesitate
And if you have any extra coins
Just dropp into my till
And it's not a must.
In the horrible winter
I would be a desert for you
In the heat of autumn
I could have whisper cold songs to your ear
And I am sure that you never leave me forever!
I can read your palm as same as the precious heart.
Journey is tiresome and let's have a chat for a moment
As who knows whether we meet again or not?
*There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.
-Anonymous
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem