Withering pale morn in grey veil
As if summer turned into magic winter again
Called by the flute of cold wind
Nights of empty heart slowly dreamed me
Away from the place where story started once
Secret, pure
Paths across the Hell will lead to Heaven
Lonely heart finds soothing waves in the end
As if years lost in the sea were enough
To heal scars of silence left by blades of love
Islands of light resting deep
Tide whispering a name for me
I follow the call into ocean sleep
Turquoise fantasy of my memory
Rivers fall into the darkness of their minds
Emptiness of silent nights
Reminding me of another world
Quivering behind blind eyes of crowd cold
Whispered by the sea I still believe
In every tale lost deep within
Beauty so innocent
Paths across the Hell will lead to Heaven
Lonely heart finds soothing waves in the end
As if years lost in the sea were enough
To forget the suffering and dwell in waves of love
Islands of light resting deep
Tide whispering a name for me
I follow the call into ocean sleep
Turquoise fantasy of my memory
Ocean for restless soul
Soothing tides, childish dreams
Last snowflake dwells in a song
Theme parks of magic winters, wishes caressed by moonlit sea
Midnight heart fades slowly on dawn
Linlin's Poetry 