Look how the moth swapped
its withered yellow wings with...

Behind the curtains
of death distance and desire...

Pure intents are free
From any uncertainty...

Tracing a wrinkle
I ended at far beyond...

The black man Jazzes
Inferno tangoes my soul...

In war rather than
saving their lives, they unleash...

Jazz serenades still
there under the window of...

Snowman, melting frost
Time is the perfection lost...

To balance is a
feather in the heart of the...

The river crosses
prairies like a butterfly...

Sometimes I can hear
tempests' wails unfold in words...

She was nothing but
a reflection on the tea...