On lotus leaf
a frog sits meditating...

Absolutely sapped out
I will unfurl...

It erupts and then sublimates
in thirst of response...

Unfolding the lust, do not ask
for the olden love. The crowd...

Leaving the stains behind
I am moving to a new home...

The fireflies
wait for the lights to go...

It was the interplay
between shadow and moon...

Slightly indecently
the moon was sleeping...

Under anesthesia
the elixir drips from the language...

Fraternising
the needles...

It dims the hope.
Eying peaks of flame...

They had surrounded the tank;
collars on the legs...