Here?
I told you. Gloomy are the days of the...

From dust to rebirth
like pollen particles...

Thinking of you..
I breathe on illusion...

I forgot you
but my broken lines...

There rose a sun,
but I'm doomed...

Your love
tore my poetry...

Shrouded in mist;
I sighed you...

Deeply and thoroughly
you strike in daylight...

Cursed with a stroke of agony;
so many words silently drip...

You're here;
potent like sharp arrows of light...

I often forget you
in the sun...

It was a fierce short summer.
A ripe trunk had died...