She is like water running through the valley
drifting through the rocks
the rocks make unable to move
unable to grow
unable to flow
Takes away her ability to contribute,
but,
Water is meant to flow to the Ocean,
Not to be contaminated,
By the pollution of your opinion.

She is like water
surrounded by things still finds ways
crashing every barrier comes in her way
She want to rehydrate the minds,
That have been compressed,
That have been dehydrated,
She want to refresh the dry ideology.
She'll nurture the barren land of old thoughts .

Having you
In my life is
So special and
It's so beautiful
And true because
Every day I get to
Tell you I love you.

The greatest kitchen
ware in a poetry
kitchen is a pencil,
it's a sharpest to cut
and slice alphabets
into pieces of words,
on a papers to make
a bunch of phrases
and the crates of
sentences and
Beautiful book
of poetries from
the poetry chef
...

I am nothing but
a chef, in a kitchen
to cook not a food
but beautiful poetries
with different aroma
and taste in my
poetry kitchen
...