how can i quench the thirsty soul in me when the pen of life doesn't guarantee the lasting water to pour down and form the words in my heart...
you are the object which my spirit is driven to fly, spread out the wings of my desire, then embrace and try to capture you perfectly.
but i need to suspend and make a lie for the truth will make things die and the treasure i possess for a while may wipe out all the smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is quite interesting write, you think it in nice way..keep it up for next poem_Soul