I am wanderer
who loves to discover– life and death;
in the depth of my curiosity;
we both discover ourselves.
i guess choosing left path was right;
because it leads u to me.
everyone called me 'Marsh Girl'
for i love finding discoveries in my simplicity.
'who's woods is this?' someone shouts.
who could've thought– a traveler
for once i laid my eyes on him;
something felt strange– love.
love– an eternity's weakness
which may it tangled up my soul around thee.
love that may feel only through poetries.

meeting a traveler was nice;
it melts my heart that is currently made of ice.
those memories that we shared;
will be forever be held– in a book that we both love and shared,
stop staring at me– you look in love.
for the moment I discover autumn,
now I realized its feeling.
feeling heart was like a leaf,
falling onto someone's soft palm.
I'm no very fond of the word 'love'
for the word...