I love reading mystical poetry.
One day,
a voice within whispering—
Where is your poetry?
Why don’t you listen to your own heart’s mystery?
Why don’t you understand that your heart is waiting for you to discover her?
How long your heart can wait for you?
How long your heart can pursue you?
Don’t you feel your heart cannot bear your negligence?
Don’t you have any compassion to listen to her?
Are you a stone-hearted?
Only a stone-hearted like you can abandon her.
She’s so beautiful and elegant that you’ll stare at her all day and night.
Don’t you feel suffocated while you are not with her?
Don’t you feel restless when you are far away from her?
I cannot even imagine, how do you stay without her?
Aren’t you still convinced how much gracefully powerful she is?
When you are with her, your poetry is just there.