fter all this time my writing only became a useless pile on my laptop, I got a suggestion to make the garbage mean. I started from here. I don’t expect much, I don’t care about the number of my followers (though a little hope). I wrote so that the happiness in me was awake. I also hope that my spirit of writing will continue to flare up.
I hope you like it!
((Hope somebody visits my blog))
The waves swept my feet
sand spoils me
Coconut trees waving in the dark.
Drops of dew fall from the petals,
I touched softly, I get the crown vein, soft.
Green as far as you see,
The clear sky stretched,
Nine months in your womb.
For years I grew up in your care. That’s how long I love you.
Hey clouds are marching,
accompany me, alone, lonely, silent without sound.
with a soft base, sturdy pole, towering roof.
We might consider it not something special.
We only think of it as a shelter.
that a house is not just a shelter.
Home is where half our hearts are left behind.
Home is the storehouse of our story.
The house is a silent witness for half of our lives.
Home is where we return,
as far as we go back.
Home is where our hearts are bound,
home is the most special place
between our hearts.
The truth is beautiful
The truth is also terrible
Truth is a must
Truth is also sadness
Many choose not to know it.
Truth is a terrible thing, and therefore must be treated with care
Sing of the Mermaid
For centuries I became a legend.
Gold is dredged from the bowels of the earth.
Oil is mined in the sea. Coal is heavily exploited. The forest was completely cut down.
I live alone.
On a long park bench.
I stare at the sky.
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