Thursday, September 10, 2009

Gypsy

I don't know where I came from
I traveled from the North
And now I'm here in the East
Under the light and across the mist

Under the open sky
I watched the birds fly by
I listened to the mountain's song
Which laid over a plain, wide and long

I walked along with a blue flower
peaceful blue and fragrance smell
With her spirit, I may gather power
Her voice so soft like a ringing bell

I traveled in light and I slept at night
I dreamt of birds and dragonflies
Flew around me and made me smiled
My blue flower sang and made me cried

-ToM KiDDo

4 comments:

Chan said...

things that you've mentioned in this poem.... you can only dream about it. perhaps if you were born 5 centuries ago, you will stand a chance. hahahaa XD

tomkiddo said...

ya..no such "gypsy" stuffs will happen anymore nowaday..the world is polluted..no mountain for me to climb..sad :(

Sanji desu! said...

Mountains still got what?

Haha go climb Mt. Kinabalu first! xP

tomkiddo said...

ya, i'll do dat..but they said it's quite exhausting, hahaha :)