I drift off
to the room of dreams...
Sonnet 35
Into a maze of memories I tread...
Sonnet 34
A trace I trace, with hasty lively pace...
Pestilence
Around the pillars of justice...
Love is like a deer,
which leaps on mountains...
Throughout the vast sky,
Above the clouds...
Sonnet 33
I long for a breeze which is somehow cool...
The tree has no blossoms nor fruits,
But the red bird likes to live there in that tree...
The unsuspecting mystics rose
at four in the morning...
Smile
Smile as much as you can...
Sonnet 32
In a desert of distraction and joy...
An encounter
Once I met a day...