I draw a picture of my imagination,
Setting myself to analyze,
What is the meaning of the image?
I was captivated and anxious.
I stand, leaving the table for a while,
I take a little walk,
and make a cup of coffee.
The aroma is smells good,
sigh, and the feeling seems perfect.
So I went back to the table,
Gazing the image,
Sit back and relax,
As I slowly let go the cup,
By putting it aside,
After taking a little drink.
Staring at the pen,
trying to reach,
While the thoughts is so deep.
To scribble the meaning is the question that set on my mind,
Then a sudden thoughts came,
Like whisper came from nowhere,
Surely it was delivered from heaven.
Compassion, Loyalty, and Love.
Is the only meaning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem