Our secret remained hidden for so long
But everything ruined when humans came along...
The anguished woman
pushed and...
with sardonic air, we bloom tulips and roses
on our tongues, perfuming every word to...
This city is a sad play,
with the most bone-chilling...
Dried,
and crushed into rage...
(You can't race the sun
and expect to finish unburned...
When I stopped writing I
swallowed words...
Sitting opposite to a blue wooden window,
far enough so that breeze won't sneak on me...
(I)
No lovelier of cause has pen to write...
borrowing breath from tomorrow
staves lament just a moment longer...
Ceramic tea bowl -
It had broken in the storm...
I'm not quite as restless as the
last rainfall. Though some may...