With a delicate touch of her smooth finger
running water becomes crystal memories...

Ask me to be silent
and I will...

My stubbornness
and...

I have spent a whole night and day
to write one verse of perfect rhyme...

Plastered smile
walks around to satisfy...

Emerald youths
fresh and vibrant...

Among the stars on the sapphire sky we live...
yet far away from your sweltering touch I am...

Delicate strands of life she weaves
symmetrical shape of beauty deceives...

I don’t need confirmation or
spelled words to know...

Going through your clothes
laying them neatly in a pile...

Untamed currents of silver ribbons flow
a refreshing language of movement...

Colorless mood and vague clouds
an emptiness rings loud...