The birds didn't chirp today
but I heard them...

My starting verse
a thorough beginning...

People seldom return
Seasons never cease to leave...

I heard voices
in your silence...

I do not wish to forget
how you rise in the morning...

Transparent water bottles
smell of fresh books...

You brought in peace
by leaving...

The gales howled down
out of my house...

Gasping cautiously
yet not everyone survived...

Roses in your stiff hands
melt my heart...

I can see the black forest
deep-rooted inside you...

True, writing poems
doesn't mean I'm a poet...