It's this time of the day
that my spirited soul...
What may come of the sunflowers
blossoming before schedule...
I do not wish to forget
how you rise in the morning...
transparent words; the strings still dangle
from the same lips that sprouted them...
i used to think i could find home by
tracing your fingers back to where...
Sitting opposite to a blue wooden window,
far enough so that breeze won't sneak on me...
Misfortunes will become fine artwork
and time a slab to display...
the morning light drinks from your
eyes – a continuous wellspring of...
Have you seen crumbles of light before?
The stars were falling...
We, right here, in
the furthest east...
we cross the meadow, astonished
in part by the beauty of it. the river...
I'm not quite as restless as the
last rainfall. Though some may...