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

I once dreamt of
poppies and windmills...

Chrysanthemums paint
as onyx skies softly weep...

Those sunflowers bring resonance:
your voice, March, pine trees...

Reminiscences of you
always come back to me...

Like amber mem'ries,
snow makes dainty Sarcodes spring...

Summer has ended,
and I've never heard your voice...

My heart prickles in pain
remembering how lonely...

No one
will ever find...

Petals from a flower
are scattered in the thick air...

To capture
a moment...

I'm afraid
that you just might...