life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.
The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.
But my future is a secret. / It is as shy as a mole.
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.
Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind
Though rain curses the window let the poem be made.