One last breath, one last flare
Flame is withering
Time slowly vanishing
Turning to pale memory
The world seems long gone
Faded in centuries
Lost in thoughts for those ones I long
My deep memories
I will fly
To break free in lost mind
I will cry
To leave all my tears behind
Singing to you a lullaby
Of nightingale in the cage and storytime
I will run across the sky
With silent wind whispering to you ‘Good night…’
In the end I will write the words
To you they will call
Silent whisper of one last verse
I will fly
To break free in lost mind
I will cry
To leave all my tears behind
Singing to you a lullaby
Of nightingale in the cage and storytime
I will run across the sky
With silent wind whispering to you ‘Good night…’
I know your sleep will float
Through darkest corners of my mind
Through the feel and thought
I call you in whisper just to sing a lullaby
I will fly
To break free in lost mind
I will cry
To leave all my tears behind
Singing to you a lullaby
Of nightingale in the cage and storytime
I will run across the sky
With silent wind whispering to you ‘Good night…’
Linlin's Poetry 