Touch of Poignancy
His heart is so dead dear, from his ears, the words so hurtful that he hears...
None can mend his wounds, he wishes the hope to come, else he has to be a recluse.
Empty feeling, the future deeds by human are hard to be anticipated, he admits it.
The ending is the same, regardless, it is destined, needless to strive for it, he gave up, he is left alone...
The tears flow like river, it won't stop, even though the eyes aren't teary, but the heart cries...
Same goes with the hardy mouth, says no, but the soft heart says yes.
"Love-me-yes, abandon-me-not", those are the cliche to convince the loved ones.
How time changes, so does the people, those words seemed like a delusion of foolishness.
How can I believe a promise that can't be broken?
None can mend his wounds, he wishes the hope to come, else he has to be a recluse.
Empty feeling, the future deeds by human are hard to be anticipated, he admits it.
The ending is the same, regardless, it is destined, needless to strive for it, he gave up, he is left alone...
The tears flow like river, it won't stop, even though the eyes aren't teary, but the heart cries...
Same goes with the hardy mouth, says no, but the soft heart says yes.
"Love-me-yes, abandon-me-not", those are the cliche to convince the loved ones.
How time changes, so does the people, those words seemed like a delusion of foolishness.
How can I believe a promise that can't be broken?
reetings, pilgrims of Purity, travelers of Afar, wanderers of Wise, vagabonds of Ireland, seekers of knowledge, worshipers of God. Assemble with the footsteps as moving along the rhythm in the March of Journalists. Welcome to the place of beyond thy imaginations. Out of the blue. Like blue northern lights stretch their rays of shiny feather out from the horizon to sky, neither gracefully nor hastily. Instead, it's suddenly, to the sky of becoming a sky dancer, be praised by the worshippers of North! Out of the blue, it beckons the theme of beyond imaginations. Be thou the traveler of Afar, or be thou the wanderer of Wise. Doesn't matter. "Open Sesame", open to thy heart, thee shall reveal thy heart to choose thy destiny. Without lost of direction through the confusion of mind, heart or soul. Begone! No such confusions, merely devils and demons falsify your truest heart of own as treasure trove. Follow thy heart, gladly choose the path of yours! May the Goddess have the light of hopes shine on thou, blog-to-blog traveler...