When Story Turns Into History

Angel tear, northern star
Fallen there where you are
A dream, a breath, a midnight song
My secret life hidden beyond the dawn

Dark cold home, a lonely road
Silver deep touch of dead hope
A poison drop in the heart of dreamer
Rotten letters to the love forbidden

My secret sanctuary
Lost child’s memory
A lonely resort for me to hide

Reveal to me the place I long for
Healing hope to dream, to love
Dark symphony, just the same old song

Cleansing waters to heal the wounds
Shadow wings to cover the night
Lost and forlorn in thousand worlds
Lonely path to follow the light

Reveal to me the world I long for
Dark crimson shell, my secret home
Wolf’s eyes, last resort to what I belong

Your life is my secret mirror
Your heart is my darkest side
A soul guiding me, lonely path to follow
Midwinter night of northern lights

A soul guiding me, a blow of fantasy
When story turns into history
Lost heart’s forgotten melody

One dream to share, the same life to live
One world to create, the same fantasy to believe

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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