Heart belongs to a dream to find the key
Lost deep within when eyes lost in midnight sensation
Soul never grew old through the long-lived tale
Belonging dearly to a storyteller’s shores
Untold words dwell on untouched lips
Praying for another tale to live
Mirror of dream to feel a tide of silver-green sea
A verse,
Nightingale song upon the shores
Flows still through a heart longing for the awe
Pale words,
Scarlet woods lost beyond white doors
Caressing the tales lying still below
Flute sings the heart through life down to peace
Pure ocean soul found a rhyme to everything
Across the river eyes down to the seas
Ran across the meadows as we were children
Searching for a wonder still hidden
Lay on dew grass under old oak
Watching the clouds, lost days, passing by so slow
Flower withers where sundown beams
All the memories, virgin white fields
Turn to a story of dreamer
Swaying cradle for a dying world
Heartbeat echoing still in a poet’s chord
Come, read my story beyond the last part
Sing my heart to light as I’ve lost myself in the dark
For the truth, the kite, the colour of a lullaby
Linlin's Poetry 