Ah, none but I discerned her looks, When in the throng she passed me by, For love is like a ghost, and brooks Only the chosen seer`s eye...

The soul of a ...
Is like a waterfall without navigation
As the soul of a poem
The water flows in all directions
As estrogen in a human
No, no control, but may well still ?
Emotions are like walking in the mountains
Empty as feelings at the end of the trek
What about poetry
Maybe in some kind of perfect harmony.

Rivers of emotion, without control
In the shelter of one soul
If we have no control
Nature is strong
although water is stronger than we think
Reflecting its strength and is stronger
than we realize
Let us hope for a better...
The tanks are poetry,
what is poetry ?