source Spring is no different from you..., Spring is really no different from you. A cuckoo is croaking somewhere far away, i feel so you were standing in the courtyard in your sweet voice You are calling

source You said to burn all my letters I did just that The question was about the trust that led to those letters Believe me, I burned all the letters I saved only one envelope The envelope of your first

source I often look inside myself and every time I see those stairs that lead down inside me who knows where far, far away Every time I want to descend those stairs inside myself and then I get scared

source When life begins, we measure it in years Slowly, time passes, and so does life Then we begin to feel that a year is a very long unit We begin to measure it in months Life still goes on Then a time

source I don't stop where it says "stop" I don't stop where it says "destination" I keep going, just keep going let the cycle of time continue I keep moving stopping means satisfaction

source On both sides of the horizon there are two paths one steeply uphill, the other steeply downhill where the uphill begins it says life and where the downhill begins it says death I start climbing

source I don't know when a cataract has appeared in these yellow and sad eyes bearing the smoke of time have turned yellow sad eyes These eyes were not always like this, once filled with a lot of sparkle

source Our voices were trying to say something to us Then something echoed, like a sob Finally, that too slowly faded away, leaving behind a silent noise This whole story is very complicated, very long

source After so many days, when I encountered you again today, suddenly in that crowd, where there was no expectation, how startled I was, like a thief caught red-handed Immediately aware of my profound

source Maybe, You may not find my claims true My desires may seem incomplete and unreal But it's not impossible that I am the one who, until late at night, Looks at your absence in the sky And remains

source I don't want to go anywhere I sit, startled by the whistles in the night, Watching the shudder of silence At the opening and closing window of a book War surrounds me from all sides Peace seems

source I am a tireless traveler on life's journey I see people rise and fall I hear the music painted on the walls The music they composed on their failures I see those who journey between life and death

source The wind brought the sweet scent that was buried deep within the earth where the rain was spreading its roots Now a season has begun without time, without peace what will now arise we will bathe

source The rain kept falling all night I couldn't touch the letters you left behind the strong flow of the ocean waves and the swaying masts in the distance which I chase like a stubborn moth No season

source It's very difficult to give voice to what we haven't said Birds are beautiful, They give voice to the unknown paths that are hidden in homes, forests, and within We move toward those revealed places

source I enter my lost forest Where I see some settlements That cannot be identified There is nothing in them for darkness and light They are filled with boredom and moss With color and curtains I can

source Sorry, I'm not clear about my position I'm like goals that have been forgotten An incompleteness appears with a new picture Death is the final installment of life The sidewalk is the center of the

source They aren't startled when even the thinnest branch bends, nor are they surprised when it doesn't break They leave one branch, stretch their wings to another, and quietly alight on a third, struck

source I Mark the Shadows I carried all the morals, removed all the veils Breaked the silence of the stones Gave light to all the roots Gave space for the sky and salt within I kept walking with the river

source You stand on the roof, hands resting Your hands and hair are covered Under a shawl Your face basks in the sun Like grains roasted in a bonfire At that moment, I see you You who are not my lover