No ode for you, periwinkles
No exalted verse or prose
No lover's gift you will be
Unlike the regal rose
Not placed in summer bouquets
In vases - never seen
Nor gracing dark tresses
Nor found in floats of dreams
Yet sweet you are to me
Happy in blue and white
With your merry little faces
Like fairies and lithe sprites.

Carousel of clouds,
Tufts of white in a blue sky,
Merrily go round,
Up — down—up celebrating,
The carnival of morning.

My hair is a tuft of clouds
Who knows
Maybe I could find an angel
Hidden there
Having fallen from the skies

I don't need all these words
I don't want all the proofs
The things which have occurred
Are turning to absurd.

Emotions do refute,
Experience is true,
These souls all are ****,
Not enemies for you.
And what you did you knew.

You broke all laws
Whilst envy our moral
This grief you caused
Is evil of beyond.
Why waiting no response?
Explosions of your bombs
Are patiently calmed.

You say that black is white
And call us for negotiation
You name it's situation
No wrong no right
You call my land location
Depreciate my nation.
The only questionʼs why.

sticking to my guns,
i never realized that
they’re pointing at me.

The days fall together
like books falling
from a shelf.

The walls have faces
where the clocks
lost hands.

And it is,
so it is,
and shall be
in a cascade of
goose-flesh
and
happiness.

If I had the words,
Then I wouldn't have to write
You'd look at me and hear a song, instead

The notes are what you'd learn
The rhythm, what you'd feel
A signal flare, illuminating overhead

In kind, we'd bond
Words, lost from you as well
Looking warmly, eyes held in hold

In truth, our smiles would stretch miles,
While in the end,
Our stories remain untold