With a delicate touch of her smooth finger
running water becomes crystal memories...

My stubbornness
and...

My pen too has done
great injustice to you...

In the shade of your heart
memories kick away doubts...

Ask me to be silent
and I will...

Summer
her ardent eyes...

Plastered smile
walks around to satisfy...

I have spent a whole night and day
to write one verse of perfect rhyme...

Emerald youths
fresh and vibrant...

Going through your clothes
laying them neatly in a pile...

Untamed currents of silver ribbons flow
a refreshing language of movement...

Each sleep is filled with sorrow
loss won't go away...