Once
there was a sea
And a sun set
But
we forgot to count
the waves.
Now,
The sea has grabbed
Everything away

When the
Planted trees
Not germinate
They wandered for the
Scattered seeds.

Insanity
is not  a disease
it's the infinite expanse
of possibilities

My love
Is a poem translated  
Meaningless

Between the lines
It germinated
And bloomed
And floundered
In the memory of
The fallen flower


Wounded seriously
Fighting
With the insects
Buried themselves
Between the petals
My poem
Now
Is a morsel of
Crumbled words

Translated by the unknowns
With the pen
Filled with poison
This fallen poem itself
Is my love.