Feelings

 I paint the caress on butterfly's lips

 When you see rose buds

 you will remember me... 

 a handful of soft lips.

 

 I have said many things to the wind

 The bud of that word has never 

 blossomed into a flower 

 If you are alone in retirement

 then understand little by little

 

 I have spread the golden dream

 in the paddy field 

 You can take a look 

 upside down little by little...  

 water picture of

 saying something and saying nothing. 

💦