I always find it amazing,
when one amaze himself...

Ancient cries
still floating between things...

In the deep black brown eyes,
where the true of her love lies...

Palace are bountiful
Beautiful like Paris...

Ancient cries
Still floating between things...

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do...

I can tell,
that you are just trying to fake the smile...

What is art?
It's speaking from the heart...

As the breeze pass,
May it take away all your worries...

He was charismatic
just before the tragetic...

Dear my fellow
Poeticians...

I could write you a poem
to read it for them...