The blinking lights
Far away from me
The twinkling stars
Far away from me
The large building
Willing to touch the sky
Toller than my vision
The breeze carrying
Sweet fragrance of flower
When stops looking me in front
The single single grass
Below my steps
Stops me to go ahead
Then I search the things around
Willing to be with me
And willing to be a dream
At least for a moment
With the vision towards
The absolute vacuum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great! ! willing is the only hope......Nice to read your small sweet poem