When empty
it means there’s nothing...

When I think of you
I see stars, a river, and a boat...

a yellow flower
at the edge of a mountain...

So far, I’ve written some poems for you
some about love...

Someone once asked, why do you write?
I replied, “because I need to let it out...

Just now,
I read, “at least we are under the same sky...

My lord, tomorrow when it’s dark and cold
and hopes are grounds that shake without control...

Poetry,
I hear you every time my heart beats...

You know,
every kid knows or has an idea...

Upon waking up,
I see sunshine rays shining through closed...

You see, everyday, when I’m at work
I scan the same familiar fruits...

When your blankets refuse to warm you up
and your pillow stops letting you hug it tight...