A morning coffee--
  warming the cold body that
   longing without hug.

Taste the rain falling
   I'm standing under the tree
   That's music playing

The man
who was sitting
alone under the rooftop
with burning cigarette
on the right hand,
feeling beauty,
looking at the night sky,
waiting to see the moonlight,
it was me.

In the morning
when I started to love myself,
I found myself smile,
I saw that face
on the broken mirror
I used to stay.
I love that part
when the sun
comes to my room
I feel that moment
was the precious
I ever had.
Even though at the past,
when I loved you
when I thought you were mine
when I thought you wouldn't leave me
when I thought I will be always with you
when I felt I would not lose your beautiful smile I ever see
I never give my heart
space to love me, as myself.
Today
I still exist
at the present
and you had ignored me.

I am happy.

A man gets lost in a rose garden
A lady is there, take care of everything
As a bee that flies between the petals
As a butterfly that lands
As contested nectar
Flowers offer beauty
A man gets lost and doesn't come back
A lady will be taken away
The garden that was once beautiful
is now growing thick and wild,
even more beautiful than before
The nature takes care of what humans cannot care for or neglect
And the bees and butterflies rejoice

She keeps reading my poem
The first time I shared with her
The moment I wrote all about her
She keeps reading all the feelings
The words that poured on paper
The ink that fell and couldn't be erased forever
She keeps reading my poem right now
Like the night sky that painted all of the stars there

They cut down the trees and then urge the young to plant them again, about how life goes, as if age is just a number, and we no longer believe in power.

They cut down the trees, clear land,
make production, then shop spree for a vision and mission because life only once and needs to be enjoyed, wrapped in a paper bag and then thrown away and become a homeless person's sleeping mat in front of the overhang of shops.