With dark empty lines
Will you read them whenever
Or they will silently die?
Dancing on ashes
We never burn
Caressing our wishes
We wander, but always return
Over the world twice and then back home
To the ones who wait us and never make feel alone
Story written on ice dwells innocent, divine
Forever pure, ever shining in time
Story made not of the words
But the world living in every sigh and pose
Words are empty and dark
Though in a verse is my heart
That I whisper at night
I love the world and the sky
White clouds passing by so high
I love the river and the sand
All the nature, beauty undead
I love the fields, green meadows
The sun, stars and moon
Perfects velvet midnight that shadows
Its blanket onto the world
And memories flow back to you
Embracing all porcelain melody untold
The stories so deep live in every heart
Told with a verse, song or dance
Those ones voiceless are brighter than stars
As they are the deepest once
They flow from heart crystal pure, from the core
In silence, without a word
So anyone can feel it with their soul
This perfect unsung song
Linlin's Poetry 