a spider jumps
webs rain in living room...
you alter
the moon...
The tea is strong in the morning,
making up for the leftover mascara...
Rowing into the still lake
My heart...
at midnight,
i want to tip toe my way...
O little insect,
these windows are all ruddy, florid and silky...
The freedom was never gained
whether after...
I know your view of the world
has changed since you were...
Before the game of gamble starts
it is already paid for...
stars whisper
to the ear...
Through as an arrow,
the might of all my aspires...
Rescuing sculptures
from the rugged boulders is...