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
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