You sit in the dark
The dawn is coming
  Firefly

Last night
When I open the window
A piece of the moon
That  fall into my glass
I drink water
With the moon

((( Ignorance )))
It's
The bad thing
In life

A thief can never become an usher
Or a doorman

The world
Is
A
Record
Book
Of
Our deeds

When i look
At a snowflake
you come to mind

The Jasmine had bloomed
With the freshness
Of dawn
And hiding its buds
Under the leaves

You made love
Similarly
Love made you

Trees whisper
To each other
At sunset

Bygone chance
Will never come back ...

Think
Of the end
See
At the Beginning

Behind the window
The moon just hover
Over the village
All the inhabitants
To sleep
The frogs are croaking

I always laugh
At the ways
Of time
Wondering at all
Its uneven
and crooked

Many solemn nights
I was building  a temple
Of silk dreams flowers
For my little heart

To live one breath
And then vanish
Does not deserve
This grief
Or mourning

A mother's lap
Is a fine spot
But how is it
That i am deprived
Of such a favour?

We are pleased
With this brief moment
And no flower is dissatisfied
With such a duration

From
Love
Bitter
Becomes
Sweet

People often forget
That kindness
Is free

Into a lake
At dawn
A duck said
To a fish
Now isn't for swimming
And leapfrog

Like a vase
I listen
To the music
Of grow ...

Your body is
A holy temple
Keep it pure
Clean and clean
For your soul

Nothing
Is
More
Beautiful
Than
A smile
That
Has
Struggled
Through
Tears

A rose bud
Is like a child
In the arms
Of the rose

One Hello + One smile = Kindness

Don't grieve
Anything you
Lose comes
Round in another form

Evening
Sparrows singing
Together
With pretty feathers

The greatest challenge
In life
Is discovering
who you are
The second greatest
Is being
Happy with what
You find

A good example
Of incidental learning
Is a joy
Forever

Beautiful is
That hands
That help
At other people's

What a blessing
To burn and melt
Like a candle
To illuminate
A banquet

Every song                                                             ­                             
Is the remains
Of love
Evert light
The remains
Of time
A knot
Of time
And every sigh
The remains
Of a cry


......................
By Lorca

The bright sun said
To a tiny particle
Is there a secret success
Beyond  the bounds
Of thought
and understanding

What a blessing
To decamp
From  the body
And reside
In the spirit..

Waterfall
Unceasing rain
To a view
Of azure lake
A  few waterfowls
Nature is speaking
To us ...

The world is a stage
Of a theater
By our deeds
In life

Her
Her smiles
Her eyes
Her voice
Her laugh
Her warmth
Her existence
Her
My sister

A beautiful flower
Can start
A garden

A bee
Staggers out
Of the peony

Bad choices
Make
Good stories

A beautiful kiss
Without a hug
Is like a flower
Without Fragrance

God
I
Can't
Say
It
In
Poetry
Can
You
Please
Just
Listen
Through
My
Mind

With me
Speak
With the language
Of Poetry

When I wept
At the tyranny
Of the world
It laughed at me
And at me weeping
Then went away

The woof of jubilation
Should be turned
Into the warp
of grief

Make more live
Because,
Life is short ...

A single star
Can guide
A great ship
Into sea,

Summer nights
Crickets were
Our hourglass

We are unaware
Of the end
Of things
What could we say
At the beginning

Tears are as stars
Of the sky
To the heart