Cutting across the food wars
against adamant century...
Fear grips a family of words.
You are going to where you do not want...
Living between the deaths
as a witness...
I will need
some new words today...
With stoicism writ on face
I invite the chisels...
summer''s warmth is
replaced with cooling breath that...
Our island paradise
nestled in the arms...
There was no end
to looking inside...
I had not imagined
that you will start an inquiry...
My town is blue,
Filled with much fantasy...
Put off the lantern.
I am waiting for the moon’s...
Do I have a choice
before knifing the page...