In this world of fears and cold
We all are but a burden never gone
Flying above horizon painted with pale blood
We all are but dust in the dawn
We all are but a burden never gone
Flying above horizon painted with pale blood
We all are but dust in the dawn
Dream across the sea, flow with dark river
Shy poet for a heart once beating now withered
Don’t lose yourself in the mirror of darkness
See me in the shadows of your room
Revive a memory in midnight gloom
Write me as a dream in a diary burnt once
Find me, heal me
Read me real
Through a dream
Through a tale
Every story, calling memory
Horizon weeps for the stars
Falling now only for us
Why to write words if the ink is idle?
A hope is nothing but a wish of the heart
Why to cry if it’s but an empty sound?
A nightingale is but a prisoner locked behind golden bars
Over the hills right through the stars
I keep a believe for dear dreamer’s heart
Linlin's Poetry 