Looking endlessly
into the ending things to...

It's often harsh and
unmusical for we can't...

Whenever we learn that our past
is not just limited to our memories...

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

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

The anniversary of my fathers departure
Now...

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

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

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

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

We live together though
we die separately...

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