Why do measurements and sizes
graze only the surface...

Aha!
So this is the mediocre’s law...

Only fresh air is beloved.
She loves...

Wood searches for light—
whether in the sky...

A bloom
is a testament to fire...

A taint of red rose
illuminates...

They were stone
before they found divinity within...

Nothing definite is definitely definite—
things are only relatively so...

I am still drawing back the bow
of the arrow...

The sore of aloneness intensified,
melting en masse...

It is utterly futile
to argue with yourself...

The bouquet of flowers
I offered you...