The wind silently slide pass me,
Blowing my hair in the crispy morning ray light.
Standing at a cornor,
looking up to the sky.
What is this that I am feeling?
It is so warm, comfortable,
yet so breakable.
Mood swings occur lots of time.
Friend or foe?
Love or hate?
Coincidence or fate?
True or false?
I want to tell you everything,
everything I know.
In exchange, you must tell me.
Tell me the answers to my questions.
good poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There will always be a time where everyone will be confuse. Be brave, take a step forward and seek for the answer. Even if the answer is not what you want to hear, at least you know you can start moving to the next phase of your journey. Dwelling in the past will only bring you more unhappiness. Sorry I read all your poems and just wanted to comment here.