For a thousand years,
the birth of the King of kings is celebrated...

There is a secret I wanna tell you.
Because it is really important...

A coffee and a pen is all we started,
You're a hero and I'm always a villain...

Sunrise is all We had,
On the beach that We leaned...

The most painful wound
is the relief less one...

Like a dazzling snowflakes in an oak tree,
In her mediocrity she yawn in her glorious day...

Calling her by her name,
She said you ask him...

She is a lavender,
Offering her aromatic scent...

Alone in the table,
while sipping brewed coffee...

In my colorful imagination,
I found a life in the ink of jargon...

When you first read this poem at dawn,
Its because there's a man...

Lord, here I am
lonely and no one in mortality...