To those who don't know,
I let Dandelions die...

As the
fireworks explode...

Again, June came -- uninvited,
shadows glimmer as I think about...

Your footsteps are never meant
to decorate this lonely alleyway...

Cinnamon
I thought about...

Dusky and shadowy flowers
thrive in the twilight of shuttered lakes...

Is your sky still crimson?
Does Manila draw a lonely Azalea...

You describe my existence
by creating...

The first time
I saw...

Memories of
those Damselflies...

This ornate road
I used to pass by...

How would I write about you
when in every rain...