Because of simplicity
our romantic encounter
is heavenly
the beautiful rain
creates a beautiful solitude
for us
the silence
in the cinema
holding hands
lonely lane
finally
makes me believe
i couldn't help myself at the seaside
it's heartfelt
2 young hearts about to explode
just a little sooner
at an inappropriate
time.

Night
sitting on the edge of a river bleak
searching for the broken voices of a gentleman
the winds bring blue colored fatigue
the box must be loaded with unbearable things
she opens it in the garden
then
she is smeared with shadows
of painters
of the century
past.

Night

is a soft and comfy cradle

slowly rocking

homing birds stop singing

cattle and sheep slumbering

people are snoring

in sweet dream.

The night is getting cooler

the wind lengthier

a serenade

tenderness of water

shimmering

fragrance sinking

to the depths of reflection

walking in the moonlight of night

in the vicissitudes of pine

picking up spindrift

on the clear pillow of water

the scent of pine getting stronger

dream getting lengthier

in the forest.

Wintry wind

singing a song with coldness

kneading feelings

hides gently in a backpack

a small umbrella

cannot stop the scenery along the way

the smiling soil

the dancing grass

anxious sirens

are the concerto of time

life in a hurry

in a city

in between freeness and complication

a trace of calmness

is precious.

Wings of dusk

in the abyss of light

red filmy clouds dyeing the horizon

the sea quivering

a golden thread

winding in midair

sun setting slowly

breeze blowing gently

night is silence

lighthouse is lit

the distance

is consistent.

Meandering quiet

roaming time

rhythm of year

a touch of smile

a volume of poetry

playback of colorful tidbits

in a clear aromatic atmosphere.