At night the lights are out of sights
the ponds are ice...

Well hello, you know
Everything is nothing and nothing is everything...

Some times, it’s hard to breath the idea
that the sky is grey. It used to be as blue...

Sitting on a bench of steel was a man
Dressed in shiny satin suit from Japan...

At a village,
An old man said to a young girl...

American Burying Beetle
you are a vulture...

fried fish with fries, the scent I like
add lemon, salt, and sauce alike...

Oh Husband, husband
I hear them chirp...

pirouetting, dancing
skating through thin ice...

shh ..
have you ever been to a desert...

Change.
Does Change itself ever changes...

there’s always a first time for everything
every morning, i open my eyes for the first time...