The lilting whisper of the sea and darkness,
the sand...

All of me is there
reflected in the river...

"Why is the fading flower so sad?"
-Asked the tearful child...

Stretching our branches to prospect
spreads our roots in the pasts...

Silence connotes
all the differences are...

Get acquainted to
her unsightliness for she...

Two effulgent lips,
two effusing silhouettes...

Amid the battles
samurais unleash their death...

These weapons are made
with bad intents otherwise...

They all are impatient to unleash their canine...
They are burning to bite, devour...

If I have been in your town
for some times...

We argue to learn.
Owing to our argument...