at the end of the dock

i will always whispered to wind blow even it lost because the rumble

i will whisper until the sun goes down and never rise again

i will whisper even though you are seasick

even though you are a night blindness

even if you are phobia in depth

i will whisper untill my body frail

i will whisper until i can no longer sit on the dock

Love in the rain

i enter a time through the lattice drizzle

but i was wandering in the real puzzle,

yes, i was tracing my own blood flow.

my being seen by humans, but my soul is only friends with the blow.

sometimes I stop to stand staring at you from the window of my pores,

i look at you with all my love then I came back arguing with the devil about the love.

he laughed and said, love yourself!

I kept walking and walking through the rain ... harbored a sense of longing that the bubbling

I realized that was not the rain which flushed my soul

but the longing to love and be loved