A boring Sisyphus I don’t want to become My bitter-sweet reveries, thus, propel me A boring Sisyphus I don’t want to become My bitter-sweet reveries, thus, propel...

Eyes are tired of opening Feeling so drowsy to wake The mind is somewhere in the end Eyes are tired of opening Feeling so drowsy to wake The mind is somewhere ...

This poem shows a conversation with an outsider. This poem shows a conversation with an outsider.

This poem is about a person's journey and experience visiting a village This poem is about a person's journey and experience visiting a village

Taking up the heat all summer. Getting a sign of relaxing when it's a time of winter. Taking up the heat all summer. Getting a sign of relaxing when it's a time of...

Morning gives you a ray of hope… Morning gives you a ray of hope…