Right where the moon becomes full
Up in the sky so clearly obscure...

He said:
have some ice cream...

Some days I’m fine just like a well
enjoying nature I must tell...

In a place redder
than this, miles radiating...

There's something, something,
something about you...

My poems
like the moon...

Sooth me lull me
in stillness...

It’s not you
it’s her hips...

a green frog
croaks to leap...

a really silly and chilly boy
jumped into Spring Flowers...

It seems today the force is calling me.
It ask that I should write a sonnet...

I love you, still: like waters streaming tranquil
along a shore or a canal, just like that - still...