ONE DAY LATER One day later My body will die But in the distich of this poem I wouldnt

acquiesce you alone One day later My voice wouldnt be heard again Yet among rows of this poem I will steadfast investigate you One day later My vision will be unrecognized again Yet, in the letter cracks of this poem Ill look for you forever

THE RAIN IN JUNE Nobody resolute Rather than the rain in June Its yearning-drizzle is hidden To the tree which has bloom Nobody wise Rather than the rain in June His footprints is erased Which hesitant in the way Nobody skillful Rather than the rain in June The unspoken thing is ignored Absorbed by the root of the flower tree

Solitude There is no light So dark, so glum There is no voice So silent, so empty But I keep staying inside Hope I find the way to escape Run from the solitude binding me tight