I lay my armour down
And call it a day...

No amount of city lights
In Florence can outshine...

Only now
Have I realized...

Among all the streams
Of thoughts and sub-thoughts...

On mellow nights after busy days
Waves of thoughts start to form...

I remember
When I used to not be able...

Bittersweet
His lips were...

Beautifully strange it was
How we met...

Oh autumn in the middle of spring
Every day I try to run but always slow down...

Dear
If you may not know...

Thoughts starting to seize
You're perfection embodied...

I remember the first time I saw you
You devoured the atmosphere...