I had a conversation with the moon
last night...

Stop withering
in the Garden of social anxiety...

Whenever you portray the gleam of hope
on the canvas of your face...

The life of poets is collapsing
within grief...

A weary traveler,
one lonely summer...

Treat me like the trash,
crush me up into a powder...

Sometimes,
I wonder what happened to those vivid images...

There is a door
through the forest of my sleep...

Once
I had a sky full of stars under the bonfire...

Didn't we fall together
from the cliff of that insane dream...

Breeze of her drizzling smile
when embraces my withered heart...

After a bite of confectious marriage,
love left a bitter flavor on the edge of your...