what intoxicates you will awaken you but you need to taste it slowly.
I can see hands of time taking it all away, I…
A rainy gray dayFeels like a weeping willowDrooping near the ground
it all depends on how many words you need to build your life?
between me and the skythe many poems like that bridge that song waiting to be inked.
quietly searching that poem which can revive me again.
to be remembered as a poet who tried to write.
In the end our life will be about how many pages we kept empty.
An American Haiku
in the new world, our ancient past too will have a placein…