the faucet
drools non-stop...

a flower
sprouts from roots...

a green frog
croaks to leap...

This sadness is the kind of sadness
found at the streets in my dreams - the type...

When stars begin to shine so bright
Just dream my child...

Because the inconsolable and thunderous
encourages a mountain to be innumerous...

what happened to the days
when writing words...

A flower, surrounded by trees,
once said...

Like rain that clouds cry,
we came to fall from the sky...

I want to think
though I think I think...

At the bottom
of the button of a rose...

I met the sword on my saddle today
I took it out...