Justice is a balance, an equation of something
as deep as our souls...

Tree's inquest is glow
whether in the sunny skies...

Absolute
is the silence of a canvas...

Our nakedness is not as deluding as our attires.
Love is a nude self-recognition...

Under the window
of an unknown beloved...

Worship Him in the temple of beauty
in all places...

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...