Ink, flavor that still tempts me color green, and black, red, but there is no white like there is no black note two flavors we cannot see to make a better world circle, a triangle, squares, but we cannot see them drawn in pen words in ink will be tomorrow?
sunshine on the Wind Birds flapping their wings sound of a luxury car door opening waving leaves under the shade of a tree sound of deer footsteps languid afternoon time headlights falling leaves Skunk bugle sound Mole fumbling with my Eyes The blades of grass will tremble.
Tears of sunshine glisten on the there And the road to it is bathing moonlight Gazing into faraway my eyes watching An unseen man who has long since left.
in the gray-purple clouds a eternal flower with lips blue wind sending migratory birds flying in curves the birds over the sea in a half-moon sailboat looking ahead to the future looking ahead from it beneath the ship an orange waves flows into the flower garden of a loved one.
I my favorite poet's poem wrote it down vebatim I discovered I realized wrong word it stopped and I discovered I changed “aim” to “enemy.” while trying to fix it right away I fell into deep thought
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.
I have never seen such a beautiful sunrise like sundown sky like a quilt clouds like a quilt free as the wheels of a train with the same sing sunrise to sunset sunset to sunrise coloring the air, it flows
I have never seen such a beautiful parting like love sky as a pillow cloud as a pillow free as the windows of a train with the same sing love to parting parting to love coloring the world, it flows.
sunshine in the raindrops sunshine of the raindrops sunshine for the raindrops sunshine with the raindrops sunshine around the raindrops sunshine into the raindrops Sunshine from the raindrops
raindrops from the sunshine raindrops into the sunshine raindrops around the sunshine raindrops with the sunshine raindrops for the sunshine raindrops of the sunshine Raindrops in the sunshine
Problems have solutions If there is no solution there is no problem Problems do not make solutions, but rather the solution creates the problem It created already and the solution is given Of course you may not see it for you alone.
With wings of respect and consideration Calling the morning Embracing and embracing the falling autumn Winter lake Stars in the winter that have fallen in the forest Whenever a secret wind blows On the natural colored fallen leaves They toss and turn Flocks of ducks Wild ducks Approaching from a corner of the forest Tilt, tilt In sync with each other They go away .................... The labor of light is shining.
Oh, my love I look for you when I am sick always with tears I can feel you your smile I can't see your stormy warm touching always in tears I see you Oh, my love when will I see you in joy in secret?
iiii don't even know the name, love's gallop colors my poems with just one color, to recover to spring to eruption to falling heavy snowy.......cleaning.