All What You Made
How do I comprehend you.
How do I demystify you.
You are verily a solitude a poet wants.
A betrayal a philosopher can't deny.
A song which singsong bird sing.
Your body is like sun bright, shinning, and reflecting on each shinning surface.
Your soul is like the moon. Oh so white in this dark night.
How can I neglect these spots on this moon which personify your soul.