In summer memories,
You are like dripping honey...
Forget it while you can
Don’t trouble your mind man...
a yellow flower
at the edge of a mountain...
the tragedy, the love, the tragedy!
This will be found in the following story...
a mind so full of thoughts
has ventured into a road...
a toddler
rocks to sleep...
When toddlers keep you busy through the day
By screaming, crying, pulling on their hair...
The moon got over my head
like the watch on my wrist...
Sooth me lull me
in stillness...
Where are the meter writers hiding at?
just hit me with a poem in iambic...
It's my heart. It beats thus I am alive.
But I must confess...
For a child, love was a park,
an amusement center...