When I touch the scars of last year's wounds <br />Really I get a consolation, <br />And I think of the next year approaches very soon <br />Without an invitation? <br />Those wounds were healed by the nature <br />But the new winds who knows? <br />May pierce and reunite to make them fresh. <br />I touch the lonely heart with my palpitate palm <br />And feel a different beat, <br />But I cannot change my sorrowful song friend, <br />Though you provide a pleasant music <br />Because it's my panache. <br /> <br />* The unseaworthy Soulship must be rigged properly to the Windswept. <br />[ A diary from the Seabed]<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-consonant-of-a-pallid-soul/
