Your love is spiral like a stair.
I climbed my thoughts, step by step...
i wanted to be a snail
to hide comfortably in my shell...
Right where the moon becomes full
Up in the sky so clearly obscure...
He said:
have some ice cream...
Some days I’m fine just like a well
enjoying nature I must tell...
In a place redder
than this, miles radiating...
There's something, something,
something about you...
My poems
like the moon...
Sooth me lull me
in stillness...
It’s not you
it’s her hips...
a green frog
croaks to leap...
a really silly and chilly boy
jumped into Spring Flowers...