Poem: the heart likes it

The heart likes it by dreamgrow

She missed it thus, made a way to follow it

As a child, that was her favorite
As a youth, it was still her dream
When she became a wife she missed the way
But purposefully offered up
The way became more far away from her.

Her nostalgic dream is like running towards hometown.
Such as her heart is flying in the sky riding on the white cotton cumulus.
Her desire is like;
in winter, a seed that eagerly waits for sprout out from the ground
Like a baby waiting to get out of the mother’s womb
Yearning changes into passion,
passion safeguards her favorite way.

Her hair changes to silver
Daughter reads her mother's dream from a diary.
The daughter paid for her mother’s study
Mother flies in the sky.
A silver-haired woman piloting a plane in

She missed red scarf, thus, she made a way to follow it.