There's a song  which heals anybody.

Meanwhile there's a time  i want to listen to a song by which  anybody is never wanting  to listen to, but it  is just an illusion to me, isn't it?

It anytime makes sure my feeling  wanting to write so better poems to touch anyone, but another feeling to reject any reader by my destructed words could be present on my mind.

Creating poetry needs sometimes so anarchy or violent sensibility, you know.

There's a day which I want to do nothing, but after passing it, there would be another day, I'd want to do everything so vividly.

So lovely pet cats were passing away each at so older days.

Lovers could be on my mind, but even if they all were abesent from here,  I'd be able to stand it already to now me.

Beautiful your voice to sing enchants me on your gentle lyrics, you see.
That song is to me what I want you to sing for no one, but me, but that beautiful song sung by you  must enchant anybody who listens to it at having the same emotion to mine.

My route to have been passing through was so tough to survive for me, nevertheless once I'd passed it, any route could never be so tough, to my mind, never yet so nosltalgic, that thing tells me.

Words, words, words, melody, melody, melody, a listener, another listener, each alone.

There's leaves left on trees, but another almost leaves could be swept from these trees by so strong wind so soon.
Nevertheless some flowers are blooming so energetically.

Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, turns around my brain, you never listen to it. 

Love, love, love, its whisper, its whisper, its whisper, where have you gone?

Any meaningless lyric could be a song like mantra.

Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, anybody in world must have anticipated to be supplied, but that effect could be unidentified until anybody once tries it by each oneself.

Hospital, hospital, hospital, very many doctors and nurses are never sleeping only at engaging themselves in cure to all infected ones in their hospitals. Epidemic disease is suddenly coming to anybody too instant to prevent from being infectious.

There's nobody wanting sacrificed to any virus threat, but nobody must have no predication.

Horror and afraid mind out of the blue assaults anybody's mind, you feel!

At the moment known own infection by virus, how can anyone be same at having heard of it by any doctor or so?

Lonely night just passes all over the world, but nobody could know any other's having dreamt content nor nightmare.

Winter passes through to make sure all budding, newly been blooming, but that each cound must be heard to anybody, won't you need?

Insomniac night must have songs so impressvie that anybody could never sleep so well in being heard of them, but even that could never be so worse so far all ones sleep so alone. That makes sense, you agree!

Winter coldness must go away in a term anybodyy could be accostomed with its keeping.

Dead ones' souls screaming could be seeming heard on the first gale in the spring, but nobody could voice to that thing, anybody puts up with any insomniac night.

At coming of new morning, how does anyone have onw mind? 
Nobody could be known to it, you know.

Very sad songs heard by many ears, next song could be another nuance, that variation could be another nuance, that variation could be intrigued by somebody, but that one's face is never shown to anybody.

What does the one who plans all mean to us?

All songs could be schemed by somebody's intention, couldn't them?

Passing winter calls me on heard songs, you hear!

Passing all night calls me on song writers' whisling in lonely night.

Passing days in evening winter catch all one's mind in anticipation to get warmth so bodily and mentally, you share!

What shall we do to all things?

Nobody could have so clear answer forevermore.

There's a song which encourrage anybody.
Nevertheless, there must be a time I know the time no need to listen to all so healing songs, but just anybody wants all to be done by only own feeling and will.

In completion to have all ones keep these so surely, how can we survive this all so tough days, you feel also!

Passing all winds call me on heard songs you listen to, either. 
Passing are chilliness which calls me on heard each distinct song, you wanna listen to.
What can we listen to each of them?
Nobody could have so clear anticipation forevermore.

There's song which excites anybody.
However anybody could feel so own thing in mind, and nobody wants to ask it to anybody, that could never be so worse, of course, even if somebody could ask anybody, that'll be so arbitrary to anybody, you see, either that could never be so worse, each mind could accept or reject each song, only these truths could be present, and that all things could never be so worse, as long as each one has each mind.

Feb. 6, 9th. 2021