Roses in your stiff hands
melt my heart...

Gasping cautiously
yet not everyone survived...

The gales howled down
out of my house...

You brought in peace
by leaving...

Transparent water bottles
smell of fresh books...

I do not wish to forget
how you rise in the morning...

I heard voices
in your silence...

People seldom return
Seasons never cease to leave...

My starting verse
a thorough beginning...

The birds didn't chirp today
but I heard them...

Sitting opposite to a blue wooden window,
far enough so that breeze won't sneak on me...

Misfortunes will become fine artwork
and time a slab to display...