Light of dawn.
Day begins with...
I resent.
Will remain that...
Just butterflies
could hover over flowers...
Dark hair
white teeth...
Paying back the debt
of virility. A lame duck...
Climbing the same tree
Has lost its appeal when milled...
Like a vampire,
night swoops down...
A pigeon
flutters, in my frail...
In evening I need
to speak with my small voice...
A complex question?
it was. Why your...
Lions
Grow their mane around...
Falling in green love
with yourself...