Thy words carry a light
Can pierce the darkness heart.
It hurls the hope wherever it falls,
In my heart has its roots
...
The night, give's me, the silence..
And..
Whispered the trees..,
River flow..!
...
Alone this smile leads no where,
moves quickly before the joy then disappear.
Alone, these currents blue in my veins,
remain until moment, groping and crying silently.
...
I launched sighs towards you
And wait..
The distances to shrink..!
...
I am the old picture, hanging on the wall of memory,
I am the misery of torsos dry,
...
What will the wind take off
From the window of the heart
If the moon light faded? !
,
...
It's a pity not to pay attention
Of this darkness:
Here, 'Jasmine' drink the tears;
Did you smell sobbing perfume..? !
...
Two palm shape a bowl for wound.
My mouth is a big hole of cry
ruminates in the dark the sorrow.
...
Stand Up witness your dream!
Where everything around,
flowing into you.
...
In the midnight
Like hands of a clock unite.
Yet there is nothing
But a darkness
...
Oh my children..;
Whom I did not giving birth
How you will grow up and become
More mature than the honey
...
'The glowing Love'
He is flashing as a star;
He is flooding as a water
And he is growing as the forest..
...
Reading & writing are the most things I have ever loved.. I was born and raised over seas in a big family 5 brothers 5 sisters. As being the youngest, I have enjoyed more privilege than them, but the thing distinguish me was the addiction to reading especially poems, I used to read any book it falls in my hand, I remember once, I garbed a book, sneak into the flat roof of my house, during that I felt into sleep, my hole family, declared an emergency, looking for me were, until one of my brother went to the roof and spot me sleeping, of course I was grounded, and reprimanded, but that did not slow me down in reading & writing.)
Thy Words Carry A Light
Thy words carry a light
Can pierce the darkness heart.
It hurls the hope wherever it falls,
In my heart has its roots
And wings in outer space.
Wherever light the night bright,
Wherever roams the life blooms,
There is a poem dwell in eyes,
Whenever they pass the dawn looms.!
Thy words leaves a trail of stars
Heals wounds and all the scars
Sensitivity, double-edged sword; the first tip in your heart, and the other tip in your heart too.
If you're a bird, I'm a wings