Do you see that peach on that tree?
The one that hangs so tightly free...

I lost my voice...
when my fingers stopped typing on a keyboard...

With pen on hand, I wrote my heart on lines
as Nights came walking, running with my Days...

Near the shoreline, where furious waves
meet the sand, a red crab - with a strong claw...

a chair arms
the fatigued man...

My poems
like the moon...

Sally-Sam 'silently' sings in her mind 'aloud'
when her mama screams: "Sally-Sam!&quot...

Is it feeling that you love me
Or knowing with certainty that you love me...

Walking on a sidewalk
while looking straight ahead...

Someday, I'll be like a volcano
underneath the sea...

In a place redder
than this, miles radiating...

Sitting upon a piles of dirty clothes,
I can't distinguished...