Do you see
this soft skin...

Once upon a time,
a tired tree looked at the sky...

On a tempestuous day, a girl with brownish hair
spoke to her dearest nature friend...

Has the Wind stop blowing?
said the frog with loud croaks...

And if by chance,
you thought I was that breeze...

I wanted to leave a message in your inbox
And pretend that I was a courier...

Change.
Does Change itself ever changes...

I have so much to say
but my throat is a gas chamber...

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

Oh mother gracious!
What is this...

May the people see the light in your eyes,
How much they illuminate our hearts...

O rain, O rain, who ever often greets my days,
And in my garden, showers joy upon my flowers...