Alone in the table,
while sipping brewed coffee...

She is a lavender,
Offering her aromatic scent...

Calling her by her name,
She said you ask him...

Like a dazzling snowflakes in an oak tree,
In her mediocrity she yawn in her glorious day...

The most painful wound
is the relief less one...

Sunrise is all We had,
On the beach that We leaned...

A coffee and a pen is all we started,
You're a hero and I'm always a villain...

There is a secret I wanna tell you.
Because it is really important...

For a thousand years,
the birth of the King of kings is celebrated...