Lovers' gossip; Its meaning is in its lack of meaning.

When the black plane was flying high
She was a lefty teen on the ground
She was writing her response to her first love letter:
"I knew that our souls would meet one day...
Now I am more sure that we will definitely meet ..
I am in Nagasaki ..
you too..
Isn’t our fate a genius, baby?
I didn't know that the ... ''

The poet complained:
Metaphors in all things
In all places ..
Even in hush..
In the stillness ..
In the void .. "..
I Saied to him:
Close your eyes so that you do not see them ..
He said: And in the Blinking, all metaphors of the universe flow.
Then I saw him jump from the top of a high mountain
He swallowed all the metaphors he encountered ...
He died of satiety poisoning
Before he reaches the ground ..

The lakes transform into a huge mirrors
So the sky is naked ..
As well as black forest trees.
their images are reflected as the face of Narcissus.
Oaks wear their white hats
The fleeing bird moans from the winter.
That eternal winter is in the heart ..
That heart that never trusted its heartbeat ..
it did not trust that it was throbing with the correct musical note.
...
A winter in the heart ..
Its broken fragments turn into words ...
Words without purpose ..
As a prosaic metaphor ..
Like a child stutter ..
Like the twitching of dew drops on the leaves of roses.
...
A winter in the heart ..
Gave birth to utopian philosophers.
And the Jesuit Philosophy of Tolerance..
And being lost in the frost of futility ...
...
A winter in the heart ..
Creates creativity

Three months of hard work
To enter my first ontological exam
Dollar night ..
That wild horse
Inside me and her..
Dollar Night
Where a human being dies
Under the quarries of capitalism and skyscrapers..
People silently exchange benefits
Like a dumb trade in the Stone Age
A giant sadness in modern cities ..
I am only eighteen
for the dollar night

Freedom is a constant escape ..
Where the fugitive never returns to his girlfriend.
he is just mobilizing longing in every step forward.
he carves paths of hope ...
and wishes he would never arrive

Riddle bird
With an Alabaster leg‏ ..‏
kneaded by candy milk
With lost idea from the mind of God
So it remained as a spectrum Of the Holy Spirit
Crying between the fingers of tender roses
That leg is still sending its revelation and miracles‏ ..‏
For poets who displaced‏  ‏
because the  Death of alphabet‏ ‏
And painters .. without brushes and colors‏ ...‏
And a soldier .. saw a bullet assassinate his glory‏ ..‏
And a  musician crosses the wind without flute‏..‏
‏..‏
Something there‏ ...‏
God‏ ..‏
Supplying some emanation to slaves‏ ...‏
Alabaster leg
They shout‏ ...‏
Oh God, if you manifest to us‏ ..‏
‏ ‏all hearts will fall apart .. then Who worship you‏?‏
He said: Well done‏ ...‏
All fruits are obscured .. in the groves of darkness‏ ...‏
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‏ ‏sparrow witch that colored by riddles has chirped
Then she fled to heaven‏ ...‏
‏... ‏to enjoy calm crying‏ ..‏