Sky is grey, and nothing is true
But you don't worry I'm with you...
He called forth life from waters wide,
Where silent shadows used to hide...
I try to see beyond the colours
Which nature often paints...
I summon the questions.
You will not reply. The words...
Fresh delicacies:
web worms on the mulberry...
Let me be myself
in cloud of tears...
There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon...
Would we meet
again under half moon...
Living without you
was like a kite, flying...
Stars twinkle in the cold night's embrace,
Lit up by the moon's silvery trace...
It's not just the miles that you might travel
But the sights that you visit in between...
In the quiet of winter's end,
Where frost once claimed its reign...