heart

When you see a bamboo bus standing in the wind

My heart starts to rough and there are times when I feel irritated

The sea gets rough and the waves splash into the rocks

Even though we are struck by heart, our hearts become desolate

Waiting for a signal at a pedestrian Someone is on the phone

Irritable even if talking with big laugh

In the night when snow falls, the heart calmly

Even the sound does not bother me at the moment of sleep

The heart depends on something and can play

Silence itself becomes silent ...

           A poet ~ Now person ...