Chasing Light
chasing the sun in the Eastern horizon
among the treetops
put the wind in his chest
A black and white butterfly
watched from a light hole
across fields and rivers
Fly over wild grass flowers
with white longdress
with angel wings
Rain is falling,
accompanied by fog
but not obstructing view
to see you dancing and singing
about happy songs
He never saw
from a bright window
his face lay between the fields,
and river banks
Now it's time to meet
tell a million stories
until the lips froth
Sing
and dance
Without feeling worried
In this place,
poetry is no longer needed
a million paper butterflies flying
here and there
crying and shrill
all day
Here,
No one knows
Creaking statue
There was no ridicule
No job
but feeling tired
dizzy and almost fainted
Like a mouse in a soap box
imagine getting along well
All hopes are killed
by dreams through a storm
people will say
i can imagine it
with a smile