Close to the Beginning
I am close to the beginning of earth.
I measure the pulse of flowers.
I am familiar with the wet destiny of water, the green habit of the tree.
My soul flows towards the new direction of objects.
My soul is young.
Sometimes, my soul coughs from joy.
My soul is lazy.
It counts the raindrops, the…
Fighting the night is pointless. He is a battle-hardened soldier, phlegmatic and relentless. Fighting for him is an inevitability, a state of being. For me, it is an agonizing and an unwelcome circumstance. He effortlessly deflects my half-hearted blows with laughter and…