Poetry

21^st

Wishful it is sweet

Its sweet when 4 years ago

Blue sky be in the rainbow

Lonely 21^st, but the 17^th memory

The fortune,

A big tree stands around

A place to live

A place to born

And get the future

Poetry

The Dark Light

I am as if a dark light

In this space

Under these all strangeness

Which hardly burns

the mind,

Within the ice

A Flower

Need a season to bloom

The beautiful is awaited

Spring comes, they come

Spring leaves, they leave

But a flower

Summer lights, the trees smile

Winter rains, the frogs hum

But a flower