Dear Poets and Friends,I published a book of poems...

the rustle of autumn leaves
lulled cats...

Fallen leaves.
Withered tree...

life goes in hand with death
takes off her clothes...

to my mother
I hid You in a poem...

rushing people
rattle in reality...

Dad
tell me a story...

languages of love
burn inside me...

I swim into
The sounds and shadows...

The sky is flying
like the light echo of time...

The space is blurred
I see men in the fur of red birds...

water like a mirror reflects faces of the dead
in the play of light and shade I melt...