Dream

 

The blooming and fading of flowers makes me tired but never resentful,

The rain and snow over the four seasons makes me fascinated but never tired.

Little breezes and a young dream,

Light clouds and a tiny drop of tear.

 

Carried away by the excitement and I never looked back,

No one informed the young me about the feels of homesick.

For sure I wanted to escape,

But the pressure is too much to take.

Every rosy evening clouds I wanna closely nestle.

Every transparent dewdrops washed away my sadness.

 

In that distant spring I met the blooming her,

Filled with blinding brilliance like a fairytale.

She’s making me all that I was meant to be.

The sky is vast in my dream where I lay next to you.

The days are plethora in my dream but I wanna go home.

In that green hill I will lie my history,

Until one day they become my memory.

 

The blooming and fading of flowers makes me tired but never resentful,

The rain and snow over the four seasons makes me fascinated but never tired.

Tangling clouds and tears,

Tangling twilight and dusk.

And the fadeaway of my dream along with the blooming her.

This poem is about: 
Me

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