The road is continuous
the sun is on the race
I'm wandering with a distant call
dreaming a dream, rolling through a long haul
find the gateway,
until the dream away..
The river is running
under the heavy tide
yet the sky is open and wide
but there is a darkness
beside the bright
Little sounds behind the wall
suppose to be an unknown call
nobody is here
and who is calling there
nothing I can say,
still trying to find the way
until the dream away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its hope, its desire its dream, its great expectations chases the breath; every breath with footstep it’s a part and parcel of life……/// beautiful poetic expression