Poetry is like love and life, and time, and death
and what not...

Mother said "the sun will come, open...
as white curtains sang a tune of clish-clash...

Settle, I thought it was settled with the ocean,
but the more I got deeper into its body of water...

At the heart of the mountains, a river fresh...
just as placid, serene, and blue skies - where a...

It appears
people don't enjoy the beating of my heart...

I lost the pen which had the ink with dreams
So I then searched for it within my hair...

I'll write about the color white
just take a look and see the sky...

If I were shooting stars traversing skies,
it'll be because I am in search of you...

Oh pain that in me reside,
Won't you leave my loving heart...

This darn fear that through the years
has been tearing my heart apart...

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...