I have to wait years and years
for some poems
Some happiness changes color very quickly
Maybe it will happen sometime
The urgency of crowing dawn
makes me excited and
the ribs of the chest are beating like a bellows
How many nights I have spent thinking about washing my feet in the dew and watching the sunrise
I waste so much paper
on colorful planning ,
hoping not to hear
the cries of a cursed day.
Every day I think
the diary of insole erosion will end.
Every day I think
I’ll get your letter in the mail today…
the first letter.
: Motivation : 