Each bow of silver bough
pulling to the water...

This loneliness is
boundless because we all are...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

In the night all the
inks of the world can not shield...

Who is this man walking in my past?
I despise to defend this man...

Only the protruded objects have substance
and the hollow ones...

We are born,
to live for a while...

The irony in the life’s enthusiasm
is the cocoon of caterpillars’ transmutation...

We argue to learn.
Owing to our argument...

Why just the violin can speak the truth
when all the sounds are disingenuous...

All the world suffers
your discords till the music...