A cricket
bugs a frog...

with a dirty boot
and a pocket knife in hand...

This winter
the sky is cold white...

Like pencils locked in drawers,
one by one, remained silent...

D code
Not 1 sole kan ewnder stand...

Do you see that peach on that tree?
The one that hangs so tightly free...

Hey friend, don't let this love of yours
be some kind of rope...

with sharp wings
it flames through...

Where have my dreams gone to?
I know that in a wake, I left them with my sleep...

So far the waters of my life became somewhat...
But lately, they sway from side to side...

Between some fields of corn,
a lady dressed in scorn...

Ha! Boy, you see!
it's a reflection. It's a contemplation...