when open eyes
what you see is not love

when close eyes
what see is love

whether open eyes or close
what see is you alone.

When summer snow
piles on the Raspberry petals
July ripens under its shade
A calm time
A fragrant silence
A message from someone
A light season that fell in the mailbox
and with the dancing steps of children
sits like a white butterfly
on the Raspberry tree branches
The light air
sways and overflows
gathers and flows down the stream
in the great Fall.

R
the first letter
rear
please
p
window and type for
for
of
windows pleasure
to spit
unlimited people box
onto
the corner I love passes by
woe afternoon descends
Oh! frost
is coming
air receptive bird.

The wind blows
and a rainbow bridge
comes down
through the trees
in the impassable semicircle
at the end of which
a stream of water ripples
and in the middle of it
you sit and look at me.

why
do we
love children?
Do we envy them?
no wealth
no honor
no power...

your painful struggles
not for you
for your neighbors.

one Lonely Island
Waiting for the day to be one
                driving  into the water.