wander without love

Cold misery, on foreign soil,
Still like a tree that drips woes;
LOnely, a wanderer who seeks a heart
And longs to hum, a nightingale.

Peaceful a starless night,
Wishing to see daylight;

Cold misery, on foregn soil,
Never feels the breathing breze.
LOnesome,I, a poet always seek for love---
A star, long born in the heaven green.