Current wonder

One hand writes another erases  Written piles go to the fire  I do like the process of creating The fume fills in my tired mind.  ... Some poets want to be appreciated  Some pour out the tension plus desires  Some seek in poetry communication  Exchanging letters fragile butterflies ... Tornado torn soul born in a boiling water  Abashed in the stream of pitiful peripetias Lips murmur enchanting lines while lashes  Can't brush away a stubborn tear  ... Fallen in the foliage of trees I did always dream As if in your arms. Even knotty and green  Scattering long skirt on the lonely grass  Pretend I'm not hurt as the time pass   ... Look at me, familiar alien.  Mirror silences an echo of your glance  Through the times I long for your name Whispered in half breath, you're mine  ... Foggy in front of me, clearly afar  Out yonder when we were younger Don't dive deep in the past  Try to appreciate the current wonder