Dear Love,
What a wonderful morning...
For all my attraction
to the dark and morbid...
For many people outside the Myanmar poetry, it may...
I feel like I have to say to me about how this had...
Another day nearly over,
lying here next to you...
Young child, this is hard for me to say,
But you're reminding me of my drunken father...
Lost love
Scars my eyes...
I love my baby boy,
I love how you sleep under your pillow...
It was very late
Before I could sleep and dream...
I wish I could describe you
You're nothing but a dream...
Clock was ticking Half past four....
bags were packed out the door...
You make the sun shine
for you the hours compete...
I will never know
How the angels fly...