None’s

Wandering the world
Every night dreaming
Through the childhood caresses

Wandering the world
I belong to the wind and rivers
Still flowing
I carve my dreams on dark stone
I, none’s

A tiny snowflake, white innocent bird
I am but falling for this flight
To see the beauty of awe before melting die

Wandering the world
I belong to the wind
Singing in yet golden leaves
With snowfall bound I dream down
Resting never I long for the sea
I, none’s

Wandering the world
I dream with the moon
Cascading upon sky drowning down
For a nightingale lullaby
I, none’s

Wandering the world
I belong to the wind
I, none’s

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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