# longing #

longing

Where will the wind drift
When twilight fell gloomily nan
On whom my songs conjure
Stuck in a long dark fog

Come thou lay on my side
Right down beside me and whispered
Shackles of the whole body and my soul was
I want to scream in your arms

Where is the cloud will march
I closed my eyes for anyone
Month break in the ocean waves
Branches in the hearts of fallen

always longing

Love is the rope that never end
Stretch in the heart pole, the pole dreams
Sometimes the birds flown wide berth to the fog
On cold mornings the sun obscures

Love is a never-fallen pole
Upright in the hallway of life, along the old harbor
There hanging lights and memories memories
Even though it was getting old and dark already started

Love is a tunnel that never closed
From season to season passes he becomes
Nomads who are looking for her lost love
Grass that has been there a long time to exchange color
Flowers and fresh leaves and buds alternating

Love is a season that was never at ease
Anxious to come over and harass restless fate
Only the devotions and supplications to the bidder eased pain and pain
And occasional poetry becomes a touching song
In silent tears slowly drip