If only us humans realized
that our hands hold the pens...
To mind comes
Abandoned thoughts...
This Anger
angers me more...
I wanted to be,
just to be...
Oh poetry, my old friend
It seems as if...
Some people are selfish,
They want you to listen to them...
When empty
it means there’s nothing...
Poetry
If you were a river, I’d like to immerse in your...
Water flowing, splashing on the floor
Laughter, giggles coming from a bathtub...
A bench is a place to rest
in front of flowers and a lake...
a spider jumps
webs rain in living room...
May be I'm broken
And I can no longer hold the light in me...