shifting away from June's bud
to leave dandelions scattered in the yard
this dawn of July
marks the end of a lie
...
it will fleet
after the mist
and droplets of rain.
...
how much do you know of my responsibilities?
you little selfish clouds who wander aimlessly under my shade
i pretend to be dead and let the rays shine through
you think i am immovable so you play with thunders
...
To a child who lives in a mansion
Where you be blessed with luxury
You are a child, so sweet, so sweet
...
in this wooden plain house
where smell of paint and water
...
Say father, you are living in a beautiful garden beneath
Dressed in beautiful clothes, greenish and whitish
Dwelling there are fruits from four seasons
And summer children dancing around
...
Today, I give to you
A poetry book
To teach you
Not to judge a human
...