As cats that purr when on your lap,
And that on you, might take a nap...

Solitude,
you visited my life in my gloomy times...

Can I tell you something?
Sometimes, you are a sheep...

A kitten
cracking tears...

When I look at pictures with an old couple...
I can't help but think of us...

To see the world as if it were a rose
that sprouts and blossoms from the hand of God...

Who I was and who I am
is not who I am going to be...

There's guns
There's fire...

Today, I'll write a sonnet. Yes, today.
And so, I'm here with hands on keyboard, and...

Oh!
The sky is grey and the grass is red...

Poetically,
I must be dying...

You never wrote a sonnet on that thread
nor have you posted one in your account...