Time
has no speed
why we feel the speed of time?

Poetry
has no sparkle
why we feel the beauty of poems?

From a distance
tree branches tremble

Today, in front of the park
like a Chicago street
frozen pedestrians
passing by
like oil drops
falling on hot water

In front of a glass window

On an old wooden table

A woman in a black teacup

Looks up

While stirring

The "not too strong fragrance"

pick up the struggling woman and
embrace her

And drink the reduced "not too hot" coffee

The woman comes inside
with the coffee
and
stops time
and
flows like blood
Inside out.......

Imagination does not come from perfection,
perfection is achieved through imaginations.

When thoughts make reality past
they become delusion

When thoughts make reality the future
they become illusion

When thoughts change reality
they become imagination.

I think
imagination important
in everything we do
If you don't have imagination,
you're a machine

I think
imagination starts with reality
and ends with reality

I think
Imagination
power to change the current reality
and create a new, improved reality

I think
imagination an amazing ability
that only humans have
But unfortunately,
as we are dominated by machines
our imagination

I think
imagination is getting weaker and weaker

I think
Imagination doesn't change
reality is an illusion
it is fantasy or delusion swirls
in the minds of modern people

I think
Imagination
this an unimaginable blessing
If we don't turn a blind eye to reality.

dried banana chips to you
yesterday
i gave her
smiling brightly as always
received
after the night
enduring life in loneliness
this morning
we exchanged morning greetings again
climbing the stairs
she called out
with her face
like a fragrance that's not strong
and she smiled
Helen said
“broken my tooth eating them”
her face again had
a smile spread across her face
i didn't know what to do
I just said "I am so sorry"
turning around,
Helen said, “pray for me.”
as I walked back up the stairs
I prayed......

Evergreens
They are lonely even
when they are together
Because the gorgeous trees block
between them

When spring comes
There are no new shoots
When summer comes
There are no petals
When fall comes
There are no fruits

When winter comes
The freezing air
The wind blows
The trees
Survive in their underwear
Shivering from the cold
Fall down one by one

They endure on one meal a day
And greet the new year
in the solitude

Evergreen tree
They spend the old year
With calm patience
With unchanging love

When the icicles shine
They are not lonely
Even when they are apart.......