today make a trail for us
to follow, eat like a poet so
you would digest words
think like a poet and never
believe to be wrong, dress like a

How will thine love as handful,
is it as hate would make a flare?
Heart would be burned into dark as
But some will bare to inhale
The smell.

A very good piece does not
Wake up In just one rainy day
Or perhaps a sunny day 
If there are no luck, a very good
Might not even rise at all.

I trust myself too much
That I sometimes forget how
To trust my pen.

It is just
Another day
But with different
Fish back to
The same old sea.

I was born anew and i was born now
strongly at me with my tiny hands
ceased to cover my face,
leer at all this creature lingerin
and delighted am free.

forever or never will thy bar crow
Or thy bell rung with town crier a
Nay, even if the tune or the bell
Covered in a well attacks?, no hum
Or slip into the well will be dece

I have spread the sheet to my bed
Now that there is no more experien
Now there is no more poetry, and n
There is nothing new to write abou
Under the sun or far away from bey

My glasses are filled
And your cups are
Starting to overflow
With patience and
I will help

Play me a love music
Shut all the blinds
And I will write the world for yo