pirouetting, dancing
skating through thin ice...

a mountain
turns into...

Shhh...
The night is quiet...

I once, walking through a sidewalk,
held within my left pocket...

Death
People fear you as if you were a serial killer...

Shall I compare you to another month?
You are as cold as March as I can tell...

Oh sweet, delicious nectarine,
that from a tree, you fall to me...

They said, a piece of advice...
"Write with your heart&quot...

Ah dirty lamp, I found you on the ground
At the city of gold...

Do you know why you love her poems so much?
Because just like you, she is a beginner...

Who am I but some matter
that matters not in the entire universe...

A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...