ChinaRose

I love her poems very much.

Your little hand

Lying in the arms

With no smile and no cry

for you are in the dream forever

How can I be slient

with the memory of your smile

with the imagination of your little hand waving in the air

The young life

The innnocent ones

All gone with the hatred

I am lost in the guide of life, I felt confused,blur and uncertain. Despite I am out of the age of adolescence,I am bit of hesitant. I imagined that my favourite new age music, enya's music can't touch me anymore, but it is just imagination. I shall pick it up again, but I am lazy to do it. How many times I used to walk along the path of countryside, and how many time I used to enjoy the rhythm of rain, but now I am not excited about these things. Do I feel old or do I feel bored? I don't have much ...

The past,
Like the incubus surrounds me,
Every second,Every Minute,and Every day.

The desolation,
Like the old song,
never stop sigh.
And the Beloved one,
Sitting in the swing,
Listening to the sounds from the past,

The wind,
Touch her slient face,
Echo with her voice inside.

Life, ...

Atlantic Sky

Drifting on the Atlantic
Walking through the iceberg,
For the moon,
It becomes clear and bright.

Standing alone in the darkness,
For the belief,
I conquer the fear,
And enjoy the quiet sky

Watching the northern star,
For the whisper from the universe,
I feel the destination of my soul,
And see the Eden in the distant.

Atlantic,
You, waiting for me forever ...