Saturday, 8 October 2016


Along the line, she walked with me.
In the air, she flew as another wing.
On the battle she guide like a north star.
No matter how far, she is always within me full.
The light that even burn in the torrential rain,
And that never subside like the early frost on the leaf blade.

She is my lady, goddess and my mother,who is my daily novel of love and pride.