When the moon
dips in lake in snowfall...

Before the spill there was
soaring. And then anti-g...

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

Again my heart
breaks. The light has dimmed...

You were not the
complete face of body...

It was a perfect
cover...

The nephrite syndrome.
I will not change the...

The winds ruffle the
solitude. Sparrows were...

Motionless within the ambit
of moon...

One final leap
from high solitude...

From within, a
fawned virtue follows...

What do I do with the words?
They hurt, they flourish without thoughts...