In first particles of universe,
was there a beginning...
Life slips through
pores of skin, and eyes...
The wrinkles write
the age of weather's rings...
Dust and edifice
under weight of sky. I won't...
The sudden fall, like
a dropped apple, you...
Rain sounds soothing but
Nature's orchestra will play...
Birth in birth, life
had been a dream. The fangs...
It froze in mid-
air, without sound, coming...
Butterflies ensnared
in the crayon box beneath...
I don't count the
Countless, black hurts. Hear...
In the breath of spring, flowers whisper,
Tales of love, to the sun they shimmer...
In the gentle sway of springtime’s bloom,
Whispers emerge from winter’s gloom...