Sonet #1

Awkward moment when everything i heard is random

a day, the lightly dressed in green

a spring that goes through middle land

is landish like a puffy cloud

 

Heretics indeed much wiser than all bookkeepers

like ships they sail on wide and open sea,

i bet your pardon, please don't follow me

it rather wise to sprinkle at a mirror

 

All you need to see, are flowers of my imagination

they''ll speak to you in misery and hollow

please don't hollow

you sound like drunk sailor

 

I hope you read Kants before sleep

you drink your daily milk without whisky in the jar

and you can talk about harmony of nature

as good as it concern a truth.