poetry - In this morning

*I offer a poem

together with a teardrop

when I cultivate a sense of longing is not endless

although I'm tired of waiting

I'm really tired of waiting

a love that has been delayed

now I am ......*

*I'm pensive

outlining the dreams above the tears

touching the cold on my cheek

when the sun destroys the morning dew

Should I hate this tear?

all love ends with tears

for what am I always this longing?

but can I forget you?

where should I keep my longing?

just simply accompanied by tears

let me span this longing

among the islands long

which is separated in a deserted sea

though I know you do not come back.

for me again

let the shreds of longing be my friend

I'm just remembering you

in the memory of the past

in a cottage surfer*