I write my poems freely walls of room
By looking natural sky through window's eyes,
The stars may add their beauties so me bloom;
My face is flattened as lonely air that flies.
My son, I found you lonely, haunting pains!
I lost thy life in duke of forest brook.
Why could not see I coffin float thee moors?
Where did they take to bury my heart and groom?
Ye birds! little birds! Thy twitter voice,
All After crippled by 'winter boys;
So After winter comes the spring,
By brings new life where creature sing.
The murk overlaps
The dawn; around
Therefore, the glossy morning