From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...

His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...

Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...

Life is hiding death
as much as death is the cause...

The tranquility
in between cats and fishes...

They would go after
your dreams first before after...

Yet eager for more
noticing in the mirror...

We shut our doors close,
keep checking if they are locked...

He wished to tell though
he chose silence instead so...

The dawns of towns are
empowered by the shadows...