To My Uncle
Time stopped...

The memory of oceans
lingers in her eyes...

Left the cage ajar
to free her but she returned...

Why eat your mother,
when she has given you birth...

If I ask
the colour of your eyes...

Why do those with the smallest souls
take up the most space...

to Misty Flowers
Your birthday is when beauty is born...

If you can no longer love,
you are undoubtedly dead...

Accepting you own
means recognition of the...

How green the mortal
for the undying garden...

Your purity is my temple—
a spring, a crystal pool...

Oh, little goldfish,
leaning upon your throne of glass...