Fragrances are the decalcomania of elegant flowers...
Butterflies are the flowers decalcomania in...

I have seen you in darkness
like a moth that was going towards the fire...

Through as an arrow,
the might of all my aspires...

Rescuing sculptures
from the rugged boulders is...

It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

All in silver and grey,
in the dying bed...

Always seeking light
while sorely learning only...

They grieve their loved ones
to death then are the loudest...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...

Before the game of gamble starts
it is already paid for...

The freedom was never gained
whether after...