a drop was falling on my skin
my skin was dry too dry you see...

Bouncing like a ball
on hallway while mother shops...

Oh moon, full with pride,
Strolling through the sky at night...

I never imagine that some kind of physical pain
could make me feel like an old turtle...

Should I compose a sonnet just for you?
You are a judge who's tired of reading them...

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

I have not repeated myself as much as before...
When I wrote, the repetition seemed to repeat...

I'll take your comments with a grain of salt
Because I like salty food...

like birds fluttering their wings
against strong winds...

a chair arms
the fatigued man...

Everlasting ( F P C D )
9:51 am on Mar 3, 2015...

My poems
like the moon...