Rainy day
It sounds like blossom flowers
Remind grace for me
A perfect time to write you a poetry
Accompanied by rainfall and petrichor
With hot chocolate on my desk
And you in my pages

Date a poet

I told them if I date you.
But they ask, how can it be?
Because we never look together

I answer

'I date him in my pages
Me as myself
And him as my word
He took me into the sky
Buy me an ice cream
We ride the stars
This is me
The one who was falling
But I enjoy my date'

I was a red rose
and you were the white one,
my love
we may different in color
but I'm glad
we had the same thorns
and shadow

if she loves you
like a rain
in the day
I love you
like a thunderstorm
in the night