I) our thoughts and laughter
drowned in blood
to the organs of stone
which can't be wrapped
...
Sinner Christ
the greatest freedom of
mankind is the freedom to sin
...
our days,
a thousand and one red
running though our veins
...
I speak stones
so cold so cold
he makes it warm
with his breaths
...
In the season of breathe
The first poem of autumn
Slowly like a dancing raindrop
Over the rooftop of my starry night
...
in your gentle rain
my garden of water gets overflowed
If the water rises up to the level of my nostrils
I might become a tale myself
...
ah! ophelia you know
all hemlets are same
and you must know
nothing can be done by these hemlets
...
I woke up.....
at first, I erased the lines
of my epitaph from the diary
that I have written last night.
...
let there be exchange of dreams....
The whole rainy evening
My eyes sat on the plinth.
The evening spread on the grass
...
come, we'll read love
come once, in the
starlit nights
we'll drink the moon together
...