This word of mine

This word of mine rough as a rock beside the ocean

A naked word

Twitching like a wet mouse

This word that casuals the stoke of thunder

conceived in poverty

Born in misfortunes

Near the ripe plum-orchards

Near beautiful landscapes and scenes of them

Attract the destiny of the sun and a breadth of sweat

This world halted in throat

Fragile and weak

Echoes in the space with a sound of a thunder

This word old as our graveyard as a murder and a wavy sea

This world halted on lips

And yet again free as a bird

In a corner a light enters you

And remains there forever

Until you break

Until your end

I suspect a word as a rock by the ocean

although naked

gathered as sopping mouse

a word that resembles a strike of a thunder