June 7th

The weathering flower

in the small glass jar

longing for

the morning sun

till the last petal falls

June 6th

The vampire of

infatuation

comes at night

he sucks the life

out of the innocence

June 5th

One day

will the memories of the summer

lose

its intense sweetness

and the vividness? 

June 4th

In the extra space

of my hammock

a song of summer

awaits

to be played

June 3rd

Pouring rain

washed down 

the sorrow of the sky

it will show

the rainbow again

June 2nd

Listening to 

the sound of rain 

is the jazz

of poets

when his heartbeats play along

Jun 1st 2023

The house

I called mine once

is gone

Where did the sense of home go?

I wondered at 3 am