All of me is there
reflected in the river...

Endlessly looking
in the things that tend to end...

Driblets of moon in
my jasmine tea, twinkling stars...

The eternals are mortal
and...

How heavy is the
free and uninhibited...

We shall always bleed
out of these wounds, for living...

The one Indian
left from all the chiefs is the...

Beauty is the trait
of soul and the flower is...

Give chance to healing
not to the lesion, by an...

We are so burned and
consumed because we have the...

Stains would always shine
in the daylight but the light...

The crucifixion
of these geometric shapes...