Sonnet 06

Forty-four years old, old like a mountain The ripen Spring left the poet behind Being a string of jade in my garden Leaving a lonely soul to help my mind Which ship returns to the past and childhood When I was naked to bathe in the rain Autumn leaves did not hold a young man mood Love bowl soaked in brain, whitish hair in pain Then, the time was the dog barking loudly Don’t close your nice dreamy eyes with scandal! The sad burden of top life, it’s dreamy Flying around was also a mortal Listen to the high-pitched sound of guitar Missing the street and coffee in a bar.