I brimmed mine with wine
but only your empty glass...

Under the window
of an unknown beloved...

A big bird in a
tight cage. A tiny bird in...

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

To Misty Flower
Your birthday is when beauty was born...

I wish I were the pivotal point
at the centre of gravity...

Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...

We lost our genders to love.
We lost our voices to love...

So deep in my ears
there is a song...

Where everything is versified to be uttered
and sublime is not external and pretended...

Only kids feel the suffocation,
adult are already suffocated...

From nothing to everything
we are...