Treasure Island

Fee Chen

(Surabaya, indonesia)

IN THE EVENING


Walking on difference color of rainbow
Get the difference feelings
Get the difference beats
Every time I step on it
Every color has another story
Never enough, I still wish
Until the sky crying
And make the star falling
In the cold evening
Near on the darkness
I still watching
Uncertainty and impossible desire
Wishes for great happiness and eternity
It’s can not all came true
Because it’s hard to understand
Life mystery, supremacy of the infinite
Glory of God
We can not change destiny,
Just make it better

The color of the rainbow
Slow but surely disappearing with wind
I still watching

Still with my silence

Submitted: Monday, June 11, 2007
Edited: Thursday, March 10, 2011
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