As happiness begins to vanish
under your Orchid firmament...

When I was ten,
I wrote a poem about Daisies...

The falling dark red leaves of Autumn
were a dream constructed by a shipwright...

I have come to the wonder of life.
Some say it's beauty...

The soft brown color of your eyes
burn in every word...

Last September,
I watched...

Memories of
those Damselflies...

To capture
a moment...

This willowed road
that looks...

In the nick of time,
deciphered melodies fall...

As the
fireworks explode...

You always
want Roses...