Scent of the past, old times long gone, stories faded into the blue
Magic of tomorrow, December snow dawn, dark sleepless nights
Dreamy eyes wide open, songs for a heart, whisper of a lost kite
Where are the dreams I feed with memories?
Where is a scent of awakening on winter dawn?
Path through the Sherwood Forest
A call of awe still luring me
Whispering my name through the fading moment
Of long nights of winter cold and white snow
Where are the dreams I live for?
Where is a shadow of truth I dreamed of before?
A touch of midnight song
Sweetest dreams I believe in
Caressing all the purity in me
Childish smile through the sky
A dear dream in my dark heart
Dance in the wind, moonlit waters quivering in the field
Flight across the sea, touch of a dream, kiss of starlit midsummer night
Dear voice of old friend echoing within, a call of memory longing still for my heart
A dream hides your name forever in me
Scent of dawn, a call of pure awe
Awakening of all the sanity in me
Childish heart of your nightingale song
Linlin's Poetry 