Little flower blooming
In the moring sunlight...
Dream
Only once have I been set free...
Victory Futile
Once I raced my shadow...
The opportunistic
I let my door open by haste...
Icy fingers struggle for the handle,
Brittle are the bones, crumbling are the vandal...
Upon a lagoon
As a river that flows downward and never goes...
Step inside of intrigue and confusion,
When aging structures are mortal illusion...
It's been a long time since I was last here,
Many times have I wondered if I should come back...
In springtime the flowers all bloom
With colours so beautiful...
Rode the bus that night,
Only a ticket in my hand...
Rockets in the distance,
The heat seems not survivable...
Birds awaken
Dawn’s sweet grace...