These words are too hungry
for my soul's peace...
Its almost one a.m
mother...
My eyelashes are burdened
by the morning dewdrops; a...
Astute and aware, he stood
glaring at the morning sun, like...
I reel in a scent of brine,
for a spell of time, and time again...
While standing all day
I feel the weight on my feet...
This time,
can I be more direct...
The garden is as broad as a leaf.
Life is as darling...
Prick up your dulled ears, be brave;
Hear the dislodged dirt flying...
The morning dew of your feelings,
the lucidness...
Nah, I’m just a cloud passing by
I shade a few from the sun...
I always carried my death, living.
My memories all were...