Your heart is
beating...
Havoc, why do you stomp so readily
On the lives of the innocent man...
To eat the first mango of Spring,
we walked to the park...
No one wants to be alone
Yet all are lonely...
We came, we fell
a battle call...
Place me,
a stone nymph...
A bell tolls,
for the hour of discontent...
Time is slipping from
my hands, such that...
Under everything,
rocks, soil, worms and dead wasps...
I thought I heard a cuckoo today
Chanting gaily a morning psalm...
A million worlds
inhabit a single stretch of bookshelf...
There is something
about Winter...