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

She grazed in death.
in comfort...

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

I wonder why the days pass by
so steady and SO FAST...

Achievement achievements ..
into a juxtaposition...

Dust.
all I do or feel...

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

At dawn I see,
a mockery...

EYES GAZE
so fine...

We live in concrete blocks
Of plastered glass...

I took him by the hand .. and then
we flew right through the wind .. and went...

Wrists are heavy
wrists are weak...