Modern poetry of running away from home

I heard that lavender was in bloom in May.

I had to sneak out of the house at risk.

Although the north wind kept coughing and smoking,

Yes, it was very ill.

A ray of moonlight followed.

Her mind was unpredictable.

Did she

peek at an unbroken cherry blossom in order to get ahead of me? Skinny lavender

The road ahead is a mess.

Some fallen flowers are driven by the wind, and there is nowhere to escape.

I am too old to carry a ray of moonlight.

I can only

take all the poems that can sing

take a hike

I don't need to say goodbye to anyone

I just need one that I can chew.