Spring reveals herself
and lays a blanket of lush green grass...

Oh your cryptic lines play words
like a carnival game...

I wish the sky would sprinkle
her morning dew...

It is not my fault
you see, this heart...

I have all this love;
here, in the palm of my hand...

Why not love me
for errant reasons, dear...

I'm afraid I will always be
a piece of debris...

Scribbling...

If love were a star;
I'd wish it to...

Sometimes I prefer
the shady fissures...

Yesterday,
...............you called me pretty...

I am no mathematician,
but time is constantly teaching...