The most familiar sound for me was the sound of rain I was commending the storm I was waiting for it with the sky when my tears were rolling my cheeks The most intimate companion
to have the dignity of my shared pain in my poem and the sky. There is no end I wish I would understand why you were frustrated and wandering all the moods and creatures of the waves with all the power of on the shores chest and cliff Then from the depths of existence you scream in pain Someone would understand that I am in the midst of all the plains so many mountains looking for an audience of a little mirror, and we will continue to be and go and look
I wish you would know that being without a poem is no one and I wish you a poem He knows who knows the secret of his creation that even the eternal creator of existence without the creator of the creature Without a creator without the audience for a moment, even a moment of being a plan
