On being called upon
with the rising morning sun
can't you hear me anymore?
or has the subject become sore?
jumping from tree to tree
as far as the eyes can see
emerging deep in the oceans
memories so full of motions
daffodils waving and allium in March
what a sight it was to catch
dancing under the light of moon
one of the blessing that came with June
falling leaves dressed September
giving me a place ro remember
events back in December
come knocking like a drummer
here you started and here shall you go
piece by piece swept with life's flow
-Lin
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Lin's poems
Poetrya collection of poems that may not be perfect but still a little good. "Woefully sorrow filled my heart Piercing through like a dart Bit by bit did it destroy it" Having no mercy on it
