My brick home of tough timesLooks likeMy miniature islet.Like some fantasy loversDancing under the whole stranded skyMy miniature of an islet homeHas no address.I cannot whisper my ill wind of easeTo my miniature islet home.I admire members under its roofThe … Continue reading →

Let me thinkOne wordTo talk about the day.Let me feelOne feelingTo talk about the night.Let me drawOne drawingTo colour life.I dwell in my gardenI attainThe university of imagination.Let me be one lessonThat rethinks the ambitionOf escaping timeRunning awayWith the modern … Continue reading →