Has the Wind stop blowing?
said the frog with loud croaks...
When love arrived and settled in my life,
I did not feel an earthquake move my ground...
You want to be a flower - red or white,
just like those roses in the pots of clay...
Lonely lagoon,
In you, I hear a tune of love...
“The sausage! Get the sausage, please!”
He screamed as he fell on his knees...
I wanted to leave a message in your inbox
And pretend that I was a courier...
Our love were weeds just growing strong with time
in fields that people often dare not walked...
Oh moon, full with pride,
Strolling through the sky at night...
Should I compose a sonnet just for you?
You are a judge who's tired of reading them...
one drop...
One day Anger asked his psychologist,
"What am I ?" And the psychologist replied...
I have not repeated myself as much as before...
When I wrote, the repetition seemed to repeat...