A sun is blocked by an accident.
My soul shocks and is almost dead.
The sky of moonless night
Consoles me without might.
With the aid of eerie silence,
I hide inner wounds in deepest chest.
I pack my broken heart in tight
In the handkerchief of shameful pride.
Under the gossips of pole star,
I wear a necklace of tears.
Even at the moment of star falling,
No chance to pray and sing.
Twin weak knees start to demonstrate
Not to keep standing up with faith.
Now..., I put the dark behind,
And escape from midnight blind.
For the unfamiliar light of dawn,
Like a melodic bird in tunes
Which flies to balmy blooms,
I'd better create greatest fortunes.
Beautiful poem with rich images being painted. Full and carries much in tunes and content, beautifully ending with a tune of hope and search for fortune. Wow!
this work is great and cool. nice mixture of different things those just bring us to the other place. well done, dear friend. Good job.
So wonderful..so beautiful....so meaningful.....Actually I am out of words to praise you! !
Wonderful! ! How to pack your broken heart and create the greatest fortunes? That interests me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, rich images and poet's passion, ringing a note of hope at the end.