All these years, I hid between hays
like a needle awaiting to be found...

I bleed and bleed
from the bottom of my heart...

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

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

To feel my love be born
And then to see it'll grow...

Poetically,
I must be dying...

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

I came to be nothing but a shell
swayed by ocean waves...

May be I'm broken
And I can no longer hold the light in me...

I met you in a crowded room,
as crowded as the closet in my bedroom...

Stop! Don’t give any step forward.
With this quarantine and people’s idiotic...

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