Worry not redfox,
for the gods will guide you back...
Going for a walk
Without a destination...
Privy to my crypt
O paragon...
Run rodent, run fast.
But be careful where you pass...
the balsa slowly
drifted away from the shore...
Fly little bird fly
spread your wings and soar high...
Cold south wind comes forth.
All bamboos bow to its might...
patches of sunlight
often pours down the holes...
I miss honeysuckle and wild berry bushes,
Carefully climbing trees in the front yard...
The tiger in the woods
waits...
Unnaming pro-lifers, I
was ready to imitate...
To understand the life
after the flames die, I will...