at your heart.

Love probably I told you writing a poem is not an easy task or say happening around. It takes millions of factors to be steered at and another equal undefined arrays of life to be threaded at. I am making another such hope ful event for you may you some day get nerves to come :

when I serf
hard
soft is the way

sky asks me
I find
a little

I leave the sky
may be
it too haughty

I search
may be
not known

I search again

to find

what lies

at your heart