Little hideaway taking me along
Through the silence I used once adore
A traveller, a soulkeeper
Lost dream without a shelter
A memory, touch of destiny
Abandoned ship in high storm waters
Searching for a shore that will be my resort
Another dream to lead me home
A flower will bloom again
On the frozen ground
Forgotten tale will read the name
You called once through my dreamless skies
A traveller, a soulkeeper
Lost dream without a shelter
A memory, touch of destiny
Abandoned ship in high storm waters
Searching for a shore that will be my resort
Another dream to lead me home
Torn poet without a soul and heart
Embraced by hope, my only guide
A friend for life, a lifetime sight
The boy and dear owl lead me back in time
To find a still missing lifeline
“I am a dream chased by cursed realism. A never hidden tear in a child’s eye, a memory deep in heart closed forever.
A dreamer wandering the world of real seeking for a heart to believe purest magic and awe.
Heart of love and dreams and untold verses though flowing in time.”
Linlin's Poetry 