lh33334
03-04-2012, 09:28 AM
The most beautiful poem
is written on the water
Ripples under the moon
are full of gentle mystery
The truest love
is engraved in the rock
Heat waves and sandstorm
are blowing the robe of the desert crosser
The sea of forgetfulness
murmurs beating the shore of memory
Words between this world and the hereafter
are scattered on the beach of yearning
In the dream of the palm tree
he hears the voice of the setting sun
Don’t cry
When you think of the setting sun
you should know
she is waiting for you on the other side of the sky
is written on the water
Ripples under the moon
are full of gentle mystery
The truest love
is engraved in the rock
Heat waves and sandstorm
are blowing the robe of the desert crosser
The sea of forgetfulness
murmurs beating the shore of memory
Words between this world and the hereafter
are scattered on the beach of yearning
In the dream of the palm tree
he hears the voice of the setting sun
Don’t cry
When you think of the setting sun
you should know
she is waiting for you on the other side of the sky