Sky ribbons do not document my sorrow,
nor do they execute the careful planning...
What if poems would be forbidden?
I can't imagine that the world is poemless...
Live
Life...
Back in April
Warm spring showers, flowers in bloom...
when you leaned on me
like the wind on the world...
Darling,
Hush your tongue of its retorts...
Japan's brevity
about natural beauty's...
Faces of desert
fraying against palms slowly...
You come off strong,
like a million...
Partly because I couldn't be drawn to care,
and partly because my bed is warm...
At the bottom
of the button of a rose...
I lost the pen which had the ink with dreams
So I then searched for it within my hair...