Like a little sparrow
lost in the rain...

A swan cannot be alone.
A lonely swan is only a question mark...

I am the prince of your madness dreams
The one who would never lie...

Look how those branches
of trees are nestling within...

There are no bite marks on his apple.
His toys are still in their boxes...

Beauty is the trait
of soul and the flower is...

Oscillation means equilibrium
between stillness movement...

She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...

All these roads are the resultants
of the lashings...

I am
a pendulum...

The tail of a dog
diving into the water...

Are the trees just acting out their loneliness,
their separation from the fire...