Sunset, sunrise
an opulent pair of bloodshot cherries...

Do you remember
in cold winters...

The nightmare
is that nobody is out there...

Why are mockingbirds mocking me?
why do...

He is so poor
He has nothing but honesty...

Omnipresence is weaved
when the threads of time entwine...

Beneath a flower
is a vase, is a flower garden...

They border us to make us fight.
When we are separated...

Is it a wander that I don't feel anything but...
I wonder...

A kiss hit me like a clout
and I instantly forgot my own whereabout...

The adamantine intent of a warrior
is...

They all are gone
but their souls...