Posted by : Blindmemoirs November 02, 2013

The thought is a burden
If only the heart won't give up
I would fly to the open sky;
I drank some tea.

I dreamt of the life
My wife in my arms
My baby on my shoulder;
The dark night won't go,
The music shoothens, 
I drank some tea. 

My mother in my lap
I sang the lullaby
Times back she sang to me 
I laid in her lap;
She closes her eyes
Breathing the tea, 
The tea is sweet, I drank some more.

If only the body turns to soil
The heart won't give up;
Time is the lion, the ant is small
But, the ant knows to find the path;
The glimpse of the woman
She touches the heart
The heart knows the path;
I drank some tea.

I know the prairie beyond the sand land
And I know the dream lies there.
I will drink more tea,
Until I lay my step on the green grass.

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