The Time


As I walk aimlessly
On the wind passing by, suddenly, when
I look at the sky, the yearning floats.
The revived regret once again
Became lights and shadow.
It lingers in the middle of the sky and earth.

In the garden of life accompanying quietly
With the steady breath without high and low
Cultivated song of soul,
For the love and divine order
If I take a walk so much
Could I see the promise of the time?
The things I loved, the things I missed
Joyous and happy things and the things that made me cry,
Could I embrace them all?

Like the stem of transcendent light in the space,
Life must be a beautiful poem
And the music that touches the heart.
I pray for the wish for tomorrow as always.

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    I write poetry in hopes that it may bring healing. As a form of purification, poetry is our expression of life that transcends time and space. It brings us hope and dreams.