You were not a god?
in panic, seeking an asylum...
A rose on your name shines,
like a mural painting...
In your painting the
silence of death was very loud...
Belong to yourself in?
green flames and wait for...
After euthanasia,
I was conversing with a ghost...
You evoke the desire.
I break like bougainvillea leaves...
In final journey, there
was a collective guilt...
A very crude question,
I will ask. What kind of...
Again you took a wrong path
to meet the angel...
It was your weapon.
Nobody else would have given in...
Beyond the moon
spirit, I will wait for the...
Your roses drink the
sun in dewy dawn. I catch the...