A Goddess rests with her harp. <br />The distance music and I hear her strumming. <br />Yet I am for a long way and stagnant. <br />I feel the time is walking and somebody is waving. <br />Days, Months and Years passed. <br />Hero is old, broken heart and hard of hearing. <br />But still she is strumming and never gets old.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ivory-tower/
