poems.....

hope.....

the war in the soil

the seeds are too young to fight

while the eyes breathe
the guilty still no remose

the cobwebs with knots

across the blades of harvest

improper dreams wrinkle the childhood

without any cries

and without any touch

the cradles are left behind

bleeding through

hopeless unconsciousness

it seems hat a rainbow gushes through me.

and rainbow-colored

i leak out onto the hope

a silhouette of the eyes

follow me

to the warmth of times

only the innocence

grows the conception

held in dust

the pain of wisdom

the trust is through hope.

inside each fragrant branch

the colors of love.......