The top of the mountain (1375)
Snake River Dry screw
And beyond the more
Dry skin remains a
...
Is It So?
since winter is my heart desire
my harvest is stack of regret
inside forbearing fence of memories
the frame of my picture is prisoner
my eyes is lonely re-established town
that its sky always is rainy
my companion want me broken
so my share is breakage and confusion
this darkness that creep in itself is shadow of poet soul
It is so?