My lord,
Forgive me if Sometimes...

My lord,
You are a candle on the table of my life...

I’m alive like the dust on the shutters
accumulating and growing...

We don’t want a war right now
We don’t want a war ever...

Contractions keep on going past due date
Baby should be here any moment...

When Santa comes to visit it,
the clouds up high begin to knit...

I never imagine that some kind of physical pain
could make me feel like an old turtle...

Since when have leaves from that tree care
if winds move them with a whisper...

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

a mountain
turns into...

a flower
sprouts from roots...

a green frog
croaks to leap...