sometimes i wallow in my tears
while spring water flows
freely,
the water that goes
through the mouth,
becomes a sông
streaming
as the current grows

a reservoir
for all of the dams
built inside
this body —
a bed,
is ready to drown itself
with an overflow of
discomfort

flooding

in a never-ending, shallow
channel

i'm asking the wind to wind down
during the winter breeze
as the sun hides
behind the clouds
with a light that yearns
to radiate
waves —

a sóng that seems
swell
at its peak
breaks
into a hurricane…

i suppose this is the reason
the sun does not belong
in the winter sky.

at night i sáng a lullaby
dedicated to the galaxy
of unseen stars,
overshadowed
by sky glow —

it pollutes the mind
to believe
the universe is absolute
— lý
beautiful
it is truly
dying —
the star is afraid
to fall
into the black hole
dimming
nobody will care
when the sun rises

once more.

the universe sang and sảng
while i sang a sông
song song
alongside
my love,
sủng —
ái
myself
felt like the world
around me
was a whirlwind —
noble and delirious
a parallel
with the river that flowed
inside of me
there was also a galaxy