My heart resembles the scene of dusk-
where the river meets the fog...
Sugar coats every inch
of her curvaceous figure...
When she enters
into the woods...
Winter night ended
the red sun kisses this world...
Ladybirds tiptoe
my fortune-wrinkled palm trails...
The silver crescent
kisses beautiful creatures...
As we saunter across dusty planks,
the briny ocean licks the air...
I come into the woods
not merely to escape...
Asleep by the lake
slithery, slippery snake...
Your maple leaves shed like dry skin in the...
Dusting our air with your exoskeleton, baptizing...
The fire of the autumn sun
burns against the grain...
Under that blazing ball of fire, I stood,
holding a cup of green tea in my hand...