The hoar-spirited bushes hide and lie...
The old glacier of the ice sky...
Painted skies dipped in hues,
contrasting beauty from sorrow...
Beautiful Morn
Yawing sunshine...
Watching the beautiful sunrise
Through my window screen...
Opulent jewels of the vast blue seas
Cold water currents swimming underneath...
They say that you cannot explain
colors to a blind man, but I'd...
Conspicuous formations
Lining the skies...
On long summer days
I enjoy barbequed food...
Winds
chiming...
Last night you gleamed red
as if few hearts bled to death...
Let the lights dim in the distance.
Free your mind from existence...
Through tremulous boughs wind lightly stirs,
Imbuing sunbeams leak into leaves...