Shore of life beyond the pale morn
Heart adores first breath of the autumn
Heart adores first breath of the autumn
Pale smile of dawn caressed my dream
Lost soul of time
Grey heart of me
You took the colours I cherished within
Last winter love
Turned into morrow
White heart calls for a winter scene
Frozen tale through a withered symphony
In time I bear a call
Through the dark and cold
Against deep midnight dream
My lonely home lies among calm waves of tide
Calling for years longing for skies
Calling to come and take
Lost dreamer’s heart belonging to the tale
Shore of time untouched and lost
Deep silent core, my meadows of innocence dwelling in frost
Linlin's Poetry 