Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...

"I miss you"
He said...

Sometimes,
life closes on people...

Even though you are not here, I can still feel you...
Villages echo with your presence. I feel your...

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

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

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

Change.
Does Change itself ever changes...

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

A walk besides the lake beneath the stars
while holding hands and looking at your eyes...

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

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