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...
Sonnet 31
An infant I cried when my cradle shook...
On high steep rocks within the winds forlorn,
Greeted by sun, guarded by angel eyes...
The moment I saw you
I fell in love...