Mosquito
Mosquito come and go…..
Mosquito come and go…..
Colourless….
You are like a minute fungus…..
The symbol of great strength I call the majesty……
The stars in the sky are like policemen….
My words fall like raindrops on this page…….
Males belong to the masculine…..
Is this a phobia?……
Chef d’oeuvre…..
Machinery I see…..
Lightning…..
We are the sun shining upon you……
You appear old and wan and so sleepy…..
Scrutinizing my dark forest of thoughts…..
He clawed through her clothes like a tiger…..
A flame of memories…….
You are a figure of speech…..
I am the ground upon which you uproot……….
At the beginning……
The flexible length of the links…….