When the brids were flying past over my head, <br />I realy wanted to fly with them. <br />Just like their feather and wing, <br />Becouse I was fed up your mim. <br /> <br />The trees are climbing beneath my feet, <br />When I am standing on the peak. <br />The breeze whispers so softly, <br />And brushs my hair whose the weak. <br /> <br />I am so weak to fly today and future, <br />Not s the dirds or my love song. <br />But who can say decisively: <br />'This will is absolutely wrong.'. <br /> <br />Yes, I am not waiting for anyone, <br />And not waiting for your sweet voice. <br />I am too look forward on the Tianshan*, <br />For a beautiful white winged horse. <br /> <br /> <br />(2007.4.10)<br /><br />Abdulrasheed abdulrasheed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-not-waiting-for-anyone/
