The yellow jasmines
are dead. My ache returns...
Moon dust was sprinkled
once more on mangroves...
Why did you cast
a net to catch...
Do you know my
love, where the road ends...
There was a sharp rise
of indecent things. On the...
A circle,
will not become complete...
The auspicious death
in moonless night...
Fear grips a family of words.
You are going to where you do not want...
Twilight song of a cuckoo
taps the window softly...
No more the sun was hot.
October shadows were clinging to hills...
Do not knock out the water from the eyes,
each dropp is temple...
Shared my solitude, gave me comfort,
the road, my prelude to a long journey...