When memory becomes landscape I want to be the wind travel with the ocean wave When memory becomes forest I want to be the sunshine bury my face inside the golden leaves When memory becomes music I want to be a drum inspire you dancing with the ocean wave and I will be the wind again chasing every step of your move When memory becomes you I want to be the air surround you hold you tight breathe you and turn into you
太阳屋 发表评论于
The last couple of lines flows beautifully. Really enjoy your poems. H. thanksgiving