Your coins don't
make noises. Absolutely...
You have taken back
what you had given to me...
Give me some love
plants, like viola and ferns...
The animal wakes
in you, when moon cries...
Contemplating the ocean's depth
Can lead to the soul of the poet...
In autumn the leaves
Turn brown and gold...
When your suffering
drops by, something dies in me...
Something was wrong.
I cannot catch your sleeve...
On Halloween the ghosts
Come out tonight...
A dream without
a dreamer wants to reach...
Holed up
in my book...
Stay with me to
see the blitzkrieg of comets...