You're the one and only treasure in my life. |
A one-man band
has sketched poetry through his music...
The first time
I saw...
8:00 PM
only lives...
This willowed road
that looks...
I have come to the wonder of life.
Some say it's beauty...
Sunset, I've known you for so long --
a distant mirage, a forgotten song...
It feels as if I’m walking
on a pathway full of wilted azaleas...
I used to find
your eerie smell on the staircases...
Again, June came -- uninvited,
shadows glimmer as I think about...
He was a curator
who speaks softly about...
Erstwhile, those days are, |
Trying to fill the void, the emptiness, your absence... |
Poetry is painting a black and white story that is inspired by a scene from 16th century. |