My dress is blue

Not as blue as  the sky

The sky is big

Bigger than my backyard

The backyard is fenced  in

 Not like the horizontally

The backyard is green

Look like the grass

The grass is so fresh

As like the a new baby come to the world

It’s really nice to welcome the spring.

2nd poem

As the inking rain floods my notebook

Words come out like fresh mushrooms

And the spring of my poem blossoms.

When the poem blossoms from my mind

It’s like give me another fresh mind to write a better poem.

A better poem can lead my life as a new way

That I never expect to get it

Which is a nice and relax life.

Pen without ink

On a blank sheet

 How to write

When the first rain

Drops to the blank sheet

 As the cloud came

Like black ink

 The ink has always fallen

To destroy the art

 I am always try to close to my family

Like as my heart beat

But always far ahead from me

  Whatever happened in past

But it’s come again