what I hear

Waking up

It's just another fresh morn

I can hear the cheering of the lark

for a new day is coming

no matter how grief it may be yesterday

Waking around

surrounded by lush grass and flowers

I hear greetings between them

as the wind gently breezed

Wandering in mind

I try to grasp something inside

But l hear the whispering of the sea

as waves patting the sand shore

It sounds that all things are filled with my soul

I can hear everything but nothing

only the echo of my heart

                             

Bonnie

The first poem in my life

图片发自App

图片发自App