Dance that imbue the aptitude
of postures in all the shadows...

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

To Misty Flower
Your birthday is...

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

There are poetries
unwritten in either sides...

All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...

O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...

Blood are tender,
though the fangs of thorns are made of stainless...

If I were tears
I would paint rainbow...

It's us who border.
It is us who limit us...

Two forlorn souls were side by side on mattress,
a mutual gate between them...

Straight like an arrow,
the vigor of my postures...