Can I enrich the sun above,
flavor it with a taste of honey...
I hate the fact
that I saw you...
Christmas is the only time of year
he comes and visits me...
I'm feeling some kind of way
Remembering days gone by...
I can't seem to understand,
the mysteries of life...
Tears in my cookie dough
makes salt rivers flow...
Teasing kids ignite
terrorizing tearful eyes...
Once, dandelion wishes
floated in the air...
Come, meet me at the door;
there's a small lamp - a chandelier...
What if the sky is made
of trees, the sun of white silk...
A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...
When I eat popcorn,
the kernels stick in my mouth...