from morning…

I have had a hard dream since morning. A dream before becoming a disabled person I could do nothing. Dreams dominated by emptiness I was tough. Child's laughing face is hard Even laughing I can not give it to you. But now I am an abstract painter Who speaks with a picture as a poet ... Talking with pictures as words poets… I will not lose Even if fate is decided Even if this body decays I keep playing A hidden harp While playing This is me. Saying I love you For those who give I will move forward ... Toward the red morning sun ... The poet ~ Now person ...