The day is ready to be filled with rain
And I was born to be a ray amongst the storm...

I can't let my thoughts wander,
my mind is a temple in ruins...

A writer
pens a book...

Shhh...
The night is quiet...

In dreams, I wandered lost
Like dogs without a home...

a green frog
croaks to leap...

When I first laid a bite, I saw black and white;
a bunch of bright stars. What a delight...

God
We are the lampposts in the streets...

Water and the rocks,
Splish and splash, the river goes...

These eyes as brown as Earth
And these tears that flow like rivers...

In a narrow corridor,
a hand with short nails...

a flower
sprouts from roots...