solitudes that are not lonely
an organic sleeping pill
anyone can have
anyone can care for by it
anyone can be anyone's parent with it
, lt is to be
anyone's child,
anyone's friend
A flower in the field
A slice of bread In the tears
rocks and streams
flowing deep in the trees
hidden in them and says
"You are welcome"
to the frozen streets of winter
you are windows
in dignity
under the curtains
Your commuting sounds of the night
You
our innocent laughter
Now,
The day begins with
your springtime till the end.

He takes proud of
his sins
and yet
there are those who love him

He takes proud of
his ruthless
and yet
there are people who love him

He takes proud of
his strong
and yet
there are those who love him

He takes proud of
do-as-you-wish
and yet
there are those who love him

He takes proud of
his hurting
and yet
there are those who love him

There is much more to say
but when he knows
about love
he will remain a myth of Sisyphus

You know who he is, right?

what can't be recycled? except humans.

not giving up on my life
every moment
I give up myself.

really
all the glaciers
in the Arctic and Antarctic melt?

Will the earth be submerged?
is there someone other than
humans who owns the earth?

Will nature become more primitive?
Who is painting
such poignant beauty?

You
don't think of me
when you're in a good mood?

I
think of you more
when I'm in a good mood!

don't doubt
alienated people
can't move the world

don't tremble
night is coming
with darkness

don't vibrate
that day is coming
sun is setting

it will vanish like the dawn
it will be as rich as poverty

It is a lonely morning.