I'm not fine.
Being fade wing of the cloud
In melted spirit of global warming
...
In the exhausted afternoon
I am solitary.
Blusterous infancy
returns back
...
Does time tend to hang in its running way?
So, why you become nostalgic for your past journey?
Before embracing sudden final ending one day for tiredness
Do you wish to become great doing work honestly?
...
Finally there you are, as hoped.
It won't be too long to feel
the serenity of tickling wind.
No competition, no anxiety, no one else even.
...
The precious moments I left,
The poetic images I illustrated,
All are the guests of expulsion.
But I always sleep late at night
...
No fragrance has been diffused
from Rose recently.
Love butterfly won`t hug again
in luxurious dream poetry.
...
In Meteorite mode
insane night is coming out towards me.
Never forget the Toxic Masks
at Mussel images.
...
Intuitive Intuition
I'm not fine.
Being fade wing of the cloud
In melted spirit of global warming
I drop the sins of rain.
In the snow falling morning
Do you remember me?
In the echoing time
I exclusively feel,
Leaving the darkness behind
At new basin inside the destination
You will definitely find the right creativity river
That will slowly but obviously flow & join
With the titanic wave of the sea.