The door, alas, is closed..
the fire burned, has burnt...

How silly can the heart be..
in love with her own foe...

She grazed in death.
in comfort...

Sometimes you smell like peaches..
sometimes you smell like rose...

Achievement achievements ..
into a juxtaposition...

Rough hands
and soft ones...

SIMPLICITY.
At best...

Death.
so somber...

What more tragic way to say goodbye
then to tell me like you did...

Dust.
all I do or feel...

I took a little walk today
As cherry blossoms blew my way...

At dawn I see,
a mockery...