quiet noise with bitter taste

And the poet knows his love for verse

It's Friday and I guess I should be in a good mood,

but all the problems make it less fun at the weekend.

Rain of spring bathing in light

twisting in summer

gardens spread timely

the blossoms quickly wave

signals of ventures

emptying all without answers

paintings made softly

morphing of futures

quiet noise with bitter taste

Please let's embrace and separate as there is no assistance.

I'm happy too, I'm happy in me with everything in me.

Love resides without words, if your heart refuses;

and sharing many instances for why we ought to be together.

My description has been the perfect reflection of my soul,