You were not a god?
in panic, seeking an asylum...
A rose on your name shines,
like a mural painting...
In your painting the
silence of death was very loud...
Belong to yourself in?
green flames and wait for...
After euthanasia,
I was conversing with a ghost...
You evoke the desire.
I break like bougainvillea leaves...
In final journey, there
was a collective guilt...
Day by day the heat persists,
Don't know how I can exist...
The Breath of Spring is over the land,
With myriad seedlings deep in earth...
The last leaf on the tree,
Is the strongest of them all...
A very crude question,
I will ask. What kind of...
Again you took a wrong path
to meet the angel...