The king of his life but the slave for freedom
He is but all alone through the years so long
Through the madness of this cold world
He thought it was foretold
His loneliness, endless lovelorn
Dreamer’s heart, poet’s part
Chapter one for a diary of the Dark
Lost tear hidden by the hearth
Along this shore
He walked to greet the dawn
Among sharp thorns
He played the same old song
Old song for love
Of long lost years
For cold youth tears
Old song of dawn
He cried on that white lonely shore
Sharing his deep dreams with the waves
Leaving dearest wishes behind the door
Hiding them deep in night shades
He thought it was foretold
His loneliness, endless lovelorn
Dreamer’s heart, poet’s part
Chapter one for a diary of the Dark
Lost tear hidden by the hearth
“The letter to Unknown.
You don’t know me
As I don’t know you
So I can trust you, dear reader.
I’m long long gone if you’re reading this…
There is a letter for you and my old diary,
Keep it, please, for a memory.
Of me.. while I come back one day.
Faithfully yours,
Nobody.”
He kept the diary of rhymes
He saved the dreams untold
For the one whoever tried
To bring a smile and a tear to this world
Linlin's Poetry 