Snow man, melting frost
time is the perfection lost...
Nothing makes me happier than when I see
good in people eyes...
I just want to be seen,
but not to see me...
When a poet chants
a songster is ensnared...
Opportunities
Missed are possibilities...
Blood are tender,
though the fangs of thorns are made of stainless...
Strong mentality
With an ability to detect bullish...
Our expanding
only circles to reflect in the given radius...
Why
when we grow fangs...
He said:
have some ice cream...
A fruit basket in a still-life
forever...
Heaven is gushing out of the firmament,
radiances are raining from skies...