Tiny little glass snowflakes,
Fall upon the cold ground...
There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon...
Why bewildered?
There is always something...
You fault me for
a silent poem...
Some days I’m a wilted flower
yearning for the clouds to rain upon me...
Watching the sunset
Just as the full moon rises...
Once man and nature, would co-exist
Working well with each other, each would assist...
Ripples in a stream
created by the subtle...
Would we meet
again under half moon...
Last petal on a rose,
last rose on the season's bough...
Your algorithm
has failed...
I flew to aeon
when a fleeting butterfly...