The freedom of friendship closed and opened
Like the drowsy eyes at night in the nightmare.
I stitched a beautiful picture in my mind
And skipped away the rosy dream from the mountain
Hundreds of miles away from this continent
Who scolds me in the veranda of clouded sky?
I realize, it is you, I dropped in the way
Why I am furious against all in a sudden
After the shock, I reconciled much
And snow melted a lot through the Caracas.
Thunder and lightning ceased the bright lamps
But the candles slowly regain the momentum
As an electric spark of friendship opened for ever
Like my thoughts of innovation bloomed again.
The freedom of friendship closed and opened
Like the drowsy eyes at night in the nightmare.
Who sold ne on the veranda of the clouded sky, natural human feel thanks for the share
To reach out to a past friend is to forgive what happened before and to move on with positive attitude to cherish a friendship now. Lovely write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who scold me in the veranda.? ...nice drop