Half-mooned I have left the envy.
The basic instinct of lesser love...
...
The stream is calmly
flowing to a crystal lake...
The cold is outside
The world is frozen...
Slowly she opens up her eyes
After months of hibernation...
On summer nights with dusk near nigh
as twilight bathes a yawning sky...
11-2-2011
Laying on the ground outside...
My heart, as the sea
Always roaring or sighing...
The music of stringed instruments linger
braising ruby lips...
The sky like a piece of canvas..
Colorful colors of blue, peach and pink...
Up before the sun is old
A wheeling car, a curving road...
Boom goes the thunder,
crash goes the lightning...