My Mhamo is beautiful,
her eyes sparkle...

We were dancing, then
a bomb blew our lives apart...

Spring-time carnival
air abuzz with excitement...

Outside my window
a red scarf and bowler hat...

Blustering March wind
turns umbrella inside out...

A lightning bolt
snaked across this silent earth...

Wings of gossamer
caress blushing rose petals...

Kuebiko felt very old now
and spent his days...

From the bowels of depression
grow sepia buildings tall...

Bare branches with outstretched limbs reach for...
autumn leaves surround...

A robin redbreast
perched on the watering can...

and...
as the night-flower of anguish...