Unwritten poems

Hiding behind
Unwritten poems
She stole her eyes
From the little drops of rain

Looking for ignorance
In the light of the day
She unfolds
Her jesting monkey

Mountain stars

Why should I think?
For his creation
Or is it to reach
The mountain starts?

Edge

Let me build for a while
At the edge
For the fall
Will wake me up

Unplucked tree

The ugly branches
And the unconstructed road
Spends there day
Without my thoughts

The unplucked tree
Waits for my experience
But will the forests
Except me?

Falling rain

Can we stop
A falling rain
If it wasn't for her eyes
I would be happy

Candy Bars

I want her kid
To catch myself asleep
Pink candy bars
And an empty conical wafer