Dead flowers bloom
Strange is this...

Dead, in a sea of life
No one to notice, no one...

I'm a demon
I'm a saint...

Like stars
Like god...

The Earth
A spinning Globe of beauty and life...

Pain is...
Listening to your parents...

From whence my window
A knocking did disturb me from my slumber...

Screaming, the child alone
Dead the mother's heart, tears...

The leaf
Such a small, fragile, thing...

So alien,
So hard to understand, the hand...

Strolling one evening, once in the month of may
I came across, to my surprise, a black lake lined...

Love
how can it be described...