Time matures

Time matures, moments live.

Sentences are born, grow up

for the right moment.

Real life experience,

right trip.

The right moment to raise

bowl right on my lips.

I drink from the small drop,

which is sufficient for the moment to beauty.

Nectarine life of influx

warming inside me,

I know how

silence whispers to me.

The information required of all happiness.

As long as the time is humid,

and mature life flows through my veins.