The sun heated me
like a thron bited me
it felt pain, a great pain .
May be what life was
morning left me,
hiding behind back of me.
but, I wasn't a time holder ,
waiting for sunset
waiting for end of life,
sitting on the lonely mountain.
I wrote a poem
with lines of life.
oh! what a life was
filling with sorrows, joy.
but, I still waited sunset
I still waited sunset.
© aping