Wutt Mhone,
the way carried me
to wrong miles.
But Honey,
the creation of Zu
is
only smell of you
can make me
to sleep.
Wutt Mhone,
Now
I'm flying to you.
Chaotic blowing clouds
crack
As dreams.
Long ago,
The palace of mind
would be shiny likes stars.
But
when
I arrived
it becomes
the cemetry of explorer.
I
many times
forgot you
by floating
on golden sound.
For my absence,
hoeny will be not sweet:
but
I slowly crossed.
Your heart must be
Strongly tired
because of
Cutting seconds.
I solidly sure that
there id one allowance
for your light brown hair.
Whit Mhone,
Burns the river of tear.
I come to your beach
for couple sitting.
Plants the flowers;
I will weed them.
We both
will plough
that field
and
hurtfully paint
A portrait of the sorrow age.
Phone Thant Khant