Eggs went freezing in the sap.
Lips of moon were hot...

Roses had gone wilting
after surgery...

To catch himself
he jumped into fishpond...

Give me,
some poison to live...

Ethics of brands will find
out the anatomist...

You are not me.
It was not gentle...

Wanted to pay
debts of gratitude...

Like tussoh, I collect snow
after the blizzard, churning...

Sometime, somewhere I will break
into many moons...

One by one
leaves had gone...

Belonging
to unbelonging...

Partly clad
full moon...