Writing to heal my soul, it also reflects the voice of my soul

 

A routine morning 

I hear...

A shy bird singing yet keeps puzzling 

Like a lost flyer in a blind wind 

Searching its own identity 

It was once a dream home

"The pearl of orient”

Now the symbol of charming pearl 

Becomes the miseries of life

Home being breaking up over different beliefs 

This is painful, this is speechless.