Straight like an arrow,
the vigor of my postures...

Could you imagine
I am you and you are me...

The mask covering 
our unsightliness, unmasks...

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

We live together though
we die separately...

We sculpt our idols on our own
from the stone we carve and chisel...

What am I to do when the gladiolus cannot stretch...
this vase of loneliness anymore...

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Maybe only music could rescue me in this heart...

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Just a morning dew can wrap its arm around an...

The anniversary of my fathers departure
Now...

Blankness of canvases and silence of guitars
are pouring over horizons...

Do not leave your Aphrodite in marble uncarved and...
do not be afraid of the chisels of truth...