I trust my smile
My only courier
Let not pain deprive me

At park chairs
I pick up leftovers of cordiality


Does the world ever suffer?
Or the individual
never learned to write
my soul….
Nor does anyone, I suppose

The jingle bells ring always
they write love letters
of true spirit


I pick up the remnants
from leftovers of lovers
They talk sincerely, I think

wait for love to cure these
let it cure. We will wait
wait a life time!!

Life is the most beautiful accident!!