Everyday before dusk turns to dawn,
I read a couple of poems in my bed time...

I'm troubled.
there's too much chaos...

How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down...

Oh fluffy, whitey pillow!
when night do comes...

May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...

When I don't think,
I feel I worry like a non-sticky pan burning on a...

Hey, here. Come forward. Step into this field.
Have your head held high, high above the ground...

A wild rose
flowers thorns...

A cricket
chirping...

"I miss you"
He said...

No, no, no...
I went left then fled as if I were I bird...

I'll take your comments with a grain of salt
Because I like salty food...