You talk almost nothing. But so strangely convincing.

That makes any poet lose power.

Only one breath, only one tiny sigh, that shows everything.

Pond makes sound at one tiny stone or so.
That echo breaks complete silence.

What makes you so powerful?

How can we survive it?

Only dominated my appearance could be admitted.

Your eyed moment's so composed figure convinces my heart.

But also you show sometimes, so sad expression.
What does that mean?

You ought not to have that thing.

Is it only me who think you so simple.
But that's why I deeply love you.

For you, I'll die soon, if necessity is done there for you.

Ultimately, no rule is only human's essence.

Feb.   10th.        2022