When the silver dewdrops
does fall, after a long...

I'm touched by the way a sad bird sings -
of how its melodies strum my heart...

Darkness, filling in the coldness
of dusk...

Raindrops
bless the earth...

A ball of yarn
a spool of thread...

Tears, silently shed
lamenting over a long...

Alone, in the silence of the night,
images run through my head...