Who am I but some matter
that matters not in the entire universe...

Oh Wind!
i am just a twig...

Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...

"Stop it, you are splashing it all over...
Water spits clarity...

There once was a flower
so wild and rare...

Has the Wind stop blowing?
said the frog with loud croaks...

It appears
people don't enjoy the beating of my heart...

On an Sunday morning, when the crisp fall air...
"Such were the days when once the memories of...

Because the inconsolable and thunderous
encourages a mountain to be innumerous...

In the middle of a forest,
a bucket full of water...

When stars begin to shine so bright
Just dream my child...

Forget it while you can
Don’t trouble your mind man...