Friday, July 17, 2009


July, summer rain came
with unintentional harshness ---

Thoughts evaporated
into humidity, which
permeated through my garden
where I saw a rose,
blooming herself,
under the gaze of daylight---

She is naked
She is white
She is whiter than the winter Moon...


Sitting beside a tulip
scrutinizing the afternoon
my thoughts slid
into a laziness
that once pervaded over my body
a fresh dew at sunrise

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


Drown into your life
my sentiment grows
into fragrance
that once dwelled
within my imaginary grasp…

perfection slipped away
with your tenderness
in which I drown , I die
in which I

7.2008 draft, 7.14. 2009