These needs that I am chasing all my life
shackle me to myself...

We shall be forgotten
but our love will remain...

Let me land beside you
beautiful butterfly...

I was blank on the apple bough of adolescence,
epitome of youth...

O the tiniest flower!
lost in the vastness...

I was lost in you
then I lost you...

It is so undeniable that the older I get
the more time spreads on my skin...

These clock's hands
like the uneven oars of...

There is someone out there
who reads all my poems...

It was very musical though it was soundless.
everything in garden...

Words are anxious and lost
before settling in meaning...

Why must we always
put on an act in order...