Sunday, November 26, 2006

In my little room I type,
I gaze far away;
the peaceful stars of the land shine,
which brings larthagies to my mind.
When the room was bright,
I can only see the sea of light
I was lost and blind
never learn to see the gem of life.
For once, I felt the thirst to see the sky
In darkness I shall stand
lone and alone than ever
yet, the troubled soul was comforted.

12:20 AM