Between the swaying palms,
moon was moving...

Locating the perceived
footprints of moon...

Catching a glimpse
of moon...

How to repair the
heart? The petunias will...

Would you bear the cost
of peace, if there was...

Ceaselessly,
the September moon...

The upbeat moon
becomes dazed, when you...

Cruel times,
and the walls are rising...

It is.
It was not...

Moon rolls,
on its own without...

A veiled threat,
a muffled cry. It was not human...

The cuckoo gives
a final call...