Sometimes your wings become weak Sometimes your soft voice is dissapear cause your tears.
The sky darken
The stars aren't appear
I can't show the expression
Like the wind can't show theirselves
I wanna reach the beautiful moon
But, something obscurely
Fingers on my own are dancing on the paper stage
Sing with many words
Sing voiceless
I hear that the wind whispered on my ears Softly voice and lovely
The weakness and the strength
They can be your friends, even your enemy
Sorrounding by pain
It will make your heart to be stone
But, drip of water will crush the stone
*a good poem made by heart, with happiness or pain. Even both of them, they can be mix. Like water and blood.
