Life bursts forth;
greeting fate with darkness...

Two birds in a bush
calling out to each other...

A wilting rose.
A lost love...

The pile of flammable waste sits in the middle of...
surrounded by stones to stop it from spreading...

In a land, far away;
Where the faries go to play...

Engulfed by her welcoming wing,
on her two feet I stand...

Alone she sat.
A victim to the harsh November chill...

Beneath the glowing mask
the beauty of the soul is shining...

Beneath the tree, I gaze into its midst
but a leafy veil shrouds its hidden secrets...

I used to fly but he took my wings.
The wound had healed but now it stings...

Twinkling stars,
shining moon...

Blow out thy candle, pray, sit by me,
lend me thine eyes to observe the night...