Hydrangia was in full bloom
when I left...

Imitating the waves,
I try to end the attachment...

Becoming myself, pricking the soles
staying alive, frozen, mistless eyes...

That awkward moment
when you stammer...

You want to cover
the great distance...

Set free the water?
do not harm the spring...

The eye within the eye
of a soul is tranquil...

Detaches,
a part of me. To find some space...

Something was sinister
in beautiful night...

It was the hiatus
that underlying silence...

Training your voice, you
had come around to open...

When postponed, death had no meaning.
It was lying in ambush...