How is it ever possible to miss that
You’ve never had?
Longing only more for the sky
I’ve never seen living my days in dark cave
Painting the paintings of the life
I’ve never had, but might have left
Chasing the evil around
We never notice all the devil’s seeds within
Every word and deed of ours
How could it be that monsters have dreams?
Black rose will wither on each lonely grave
I know, but it’s not the time yet
Don’t hurry to cry “It’s the end” while every little thing can still be saved
Melody I’m longing for dwells in everything I see —
The sky clear blue, fresh green leaf above my head and a dear dream
Magic of the wish I took under the fallen star
Caressing it still I gave it all my heart
“Funny trick this life is. You never know when the sun comes out of dark clouds as you never know when it starts to rain.
I wish I could run across the field and see you near, to fall on the grass under my bare feet and see your smile again.
Dreamer’s dreams are always the purest like a child’s heart. Try to see the innocence in the darkest sin and who knows, probably you will find the answers which you’ve been searching for all your life.
Careless are those who cannot see the light in the darkness of their own souls.”
Linlin's Poetry 