Through the windowpane

The sound of rain

ticking

this is the sound of time

walking

every drop of rain is love

sprinkling on the soil

quietly as love

the night sky

so impossibly high

stars are twinkling

whispering

quietly

a poem

an emotion

a sleepless thought.

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A midsummer afternoon

A shaft of sunshine

passes through a crack in the curtain

and hits the computer screen

the whole world is dazzling

and burning

a cup of tea lingers

in the mood of the room

no words

just the blunt sound of ventilator

stubborn.

Outside the car window

Outside the car window

rain falling lightly

mist shrouding lines of trees

anxious car horn

urging the pace of spring

midnight

in a forlorn

hot pot restaurant

the warm smile

of the waiter

warm as cherry blossom

in the rain.

The kite

Listening
to the kite
telling
her story
in the lustrous sky
the swimming clouds
the aesthetic sunrise
and dusk
the spiritual moments

January

Wind,

stopped at the crossroads,

cars,

waited with warm,

and cold colors,

winter,

with it’s most,

Time-lapse

Sunlight tilted,

moving gently,

on the smooth varnish of the table,

like the hands of a clock,

calculating,

the scattered and fragmentary time,

an empty afternoon,

like countless tiny water droplets,

destined to be,

Pine tree

Statuelike body,

standing in the cycle of seasons,

fighting the storm and sand,

tussling with the bitter cold,

years and the eolian dust,

can’t erase,

the glorious footsteps,