Far beneath the horizon
Leading to the lands forgotten
Colour girl, a child of autumn rain and spring rain
Unborn snow of December cold
She painted the lake with ice, turned night into day
For the starfall she hoped
Believed in dreams on dawn
Eyes of spring river
Smile of northern summer night
Sundown paints her hair
Within burning fire of setting sun
And I call that time again
I want it back
All the memories aren’t still dead
Never withered
Never faded
Forever they rest in me
I feel the dawn is whispering to me
Another pale morn of forsaken reality
Grey day of vanished memory
Undead, but never so clear
I’ve tried to find the answers to understand
Why had someone erased my memory
Feeling it’s never too close to the end
While it’s only the beginning
Do follow me into the dream
While the door is still open
Revive every dwelling tale in me
Linlin's Poetry 