Planted by hands unknowingly sprouted
a birthing of graceful complexity...

Within a corner resides a shutter
paintchips form a pool of lead...

Echos of one hundred ancestors
flooded my ears with heartbreak...

I like to write, while my cigarette burns-
nobody is around...

Dewy petals
flavor skin with...

Fingertips muffle words
as partial sentences can...

Lay me down upon a riverbed
of memoirs, where melodies...

Her eyes are my memory,
sparkling, emerald gems...

Clinging to her coat she
Hungerly watches shoppers...

Her voice was sounding like an ocean.
Fluid was starting to fill her lungs...

Feeling air wisps tickle her nose
much like a cold night freezing...

My soul became wanted the day I was born.
It's been a long journey to understand the meaning...