Archive for June, 2016

Conversation 1

Vain are the ways of words, I wish I knew how to walk on this Disrobe the moment of its covers, what is left is meanings without words, self or others Tears are rivers in which boats of desires are allowed to lose their way

In wait, so what

In wait So what The storm is brewing Inside I remain quiet So what Don’t bend O branch of a tall tee Spring is not too far It is going to rain Don’t say again So what