grassland and you

Looking at your beautiful face

Is like looking at a grassland.

The landscape of grassland which have

A brook running through it.

The plane smooth land with green grass

Is like your pink cheek smooth and lovely.

The water in your eyes

Is just like the water in the river.

Your chattering and talking

Is as exquisite as the babbling of the river.

Birds look at you in amazement when

You chuckle and giggle in between

Talking with me.

The sun hides itself behind the clouds

When it sees the light of your face.

I only want one thing in life,

To sit in the grassland and 

Stare at your face until the sun fades

And moon arrives.

Then we go to our small hut

Which is built on the side of grassland

From where the brook ran.

winter times

Winter is here

Everything is covered under
The big white blanket.

Cool air touches my bare arms
and a shivering ran down my spine,

like electricity runs in a wire.

Trees are cover under fog

Green leaves I can hardly see

The boulevard is wet and 

The wet smell of soil

blesses my soul.

I walk alone 

through the soupy fog

When micro droplets of

Icy mist kiss my cheek and 

I smile.

I love it.

I walk alone smelling and feeling.

I wish the winter stays

and bless me even more.