Always work on it, won't stop poeming for I adore a heart of the poetic. My world turns purer and more supernatural because of poetry. Poetry is my soulmate who helps me release my heart of joy and pains. Thanks to POETRY, you know my lonely heart that becomes talkative in this lyrical garden. How wonderful!
The flower, scattered
The leaves, old
The riverbed, iced
You not yet appeared
What is behind the poet?
A lonely heart through a night
What is behind the moon?
New skylight covers your old rooftops
Your hands shield your wrinkled smile
In faith, how I want to see your face
So, don't be shy - don't be so shy!
Once to the sky of my childhood
I blew countless soap bubbles, and
Looked up, murmuring some words