Lake:hello amigo
Oh MyLove,
How do you find the city??
Is it as beautiful as your yearnings pledged?
Is city has the same magnificent
whose the prettiness painted and praised by painters?
Or is it just a blank string of mountains and prairies
sit graciously,
in a remote and silent landscape,
bound being alone..
Oh, Please verbalize it to me in a panoramic pictures
so that I may share your thoughts
and witness the truth of the city through your eyes..
and hear the sound of the city through your ears..
These day, I am resembling of a woman observing afar motherland
and awaiting for the coming of the sunrise to break..
My plan trip to visit motherland form dreams
to float around my minds
I hope shall be coming true soon..
In motherland we shall rally and be happy,
in motherland we shall slake our soul desires for passionate fixations,
in motherland we shall roam the palace of artisans,
we shall hear the songs and hymns revealed by the deity of traditional musicians,
we shall enjoy the silence evening of the sleeping town
while we walk upon the busy little streets
and explore the silverish singing shores..
When you are in a beautiful scene,
or by the side of ruined old magnificient temples,
or on the top of a highlander,
or on unfolding emerald spreading prairie,
or by the edge of laughing waves of the ocean,
whisper my name..
so that my soul will depart there
and drifts around you
and segmented the delight of life with you,
and all even that life offers
and its sacret secrets...
Remember me when you witness the sun ascend.
Think of me when you perceive the sun discend
the time she don the red garment upon the mountains
and valleys
and the weary town.
Recall my name when you behold the luminous colorful rainbow
think of me when you hear the songs and hymns
that nature has woven from the sighing breeze,
mingled with the aromatic scent of shinning of moonlights
poured into the heart of midnite..
For your remembrence of me will bring me to you;
the pictures of you MyLove and the longing for you MyLove
will add to the sonata..
Love and longing MyLove,
are the commencement and the conclusion of our accomplishments.
D'you not see the amid these strokes to others whose clandestine
you should enquire?
They were engraved with the touch of my soul
and the ink of my heart upon the face of mylove for you
that slings between the world and the heaven
and drifts from the east to the west.
This devotion unfold from edge of the open ocean
spreading so wide between me and you..
Oh MyLove..
D'you know that Your love has reachs the isle of my heart,
since then I have been thinking and thinking
but I donot know wht to do.
D'you believe that you can help me with your thoughts and affections?
Can you look into the deepth of my heart
and understand the misery which god has placed in it??
All I ask from you is to feel with me.
I now am a prisoner of time and circumstances.
But MyLove,
No, I am not lamenting my life
I have choosen the literary life and pains surrounding it.
It is a chain of connection link of misery and distress,
I hope to overcome all these difficulties.
And without the feel of this yearning I have for you MyLove,
life would have been cold and barren and boresome otherwise..
Oh MyLove,
Although in this country I m encircled with full of friends
and many acquaintances,
I feel as if I had been exiled from my ocean into a secluded land
where life is as colorless as frosty
and as lifeless as carcass
and as soundless as the graves
For my yearning of bringing your charming face close to my face,
of watching your twin eyes so near to my very own eyes
and of touching the warmth of your lips to the tips of my longing fingers..
I am lack of happiness,
my soul is hungry and thristy
I dont know what to do.
MyLove
This is the tale of the life of an oriental girl
whose afflicted with the disease of useless arts.
This is the essay for the life of the child from achipelago
whose exiled into this foreign land,
whose laughter is cry
and cry is laughter..
For the love she has to a faraway man from her motherland.
and she is unhappy
amongst the human ghost she witness' everyday on both sides of the road..
She said,
My soul is a heavenly flower that canit live under the shade alone
while the thorns can live everywhere.
~ THAT visited City ~
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