the unfolding world

Cold misery, on foreign soil,
Still like a tree, dripping woes.
Lonely, a wanderer, seeking a heart,
And longing to hum, a nightingale.

Peaceful, a  starless night,
Wishing to have daylight;

Cold misery, on foreign soil,
Never feel the breathing breeze,  
I, a lonesome poet, seeking new love--
A star,long born in the heaven green.