I walk alone
among the abundance of bodies surrounding mine,
while the night's illuminating the city's shines..
The night's breeze's blowing
and whispering words into my yearning heart.
Piece by piece,
memories are gathering,
forming a picture of my past..
Picture of when I was a child,
when I was held so tight.
And one by one,
pieces of a childhood picture are again,
blurred by the crowd..
The wind today,
which will blow to nowhere I can reach,
I entrust my heart to your path.
Bring it to a field so green,
or a room so peace
where there's a pictures so dear..
And maybe someday,
if you were to dropp it to a place my yearning could be quenched,
I'll be satisfied.
Let me live somewhere, my heart is able to live..
Well written piece. a pleasure to read. Thanks Regards Dave T
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read this several times~ so deep and moving- thanks for sharing