Because one day,
I was brave enough to let it all go.
So I left my land and the luggages were in my hands.
I will wait for you in Fair Isle.
You can bring your melodious voice and your warm soul.
It will be all we need.
Although I cannot promise you that it will always be fun,
but I can assure you we'll be just fine.
Then we will watch the sailors,the waves and the beach.
Very unlikely of the other world that we knew.
Slow dancing in the kitchen.
There are books on the shelves.
Slowly & faithfully,you'll know
this isn't vacation
this is home.
YOU ARE READING
OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PoetryIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
