Pan chased springtime dreams
as whimsical Lilacs cried...

I hear your footsteps
on that song...

When this world
let every...

A one-man band
plants white Camellias...

Never let go of the heart
you once embraced...

You always
want Roses...

It feels as if I’m walking
on a pathway full of wilted azaleas...

The Soft Brown color
of your eyes...

A brown paper
encourages me to write...

I have forgotten about you lately,
forgotten how you smell on that afternoon...

Those orange streetlights
that are illuminating the cars that are parked...

4 AM and still awake,
having glances with midnight trains...