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...
Within
Cinnabar-filled...
In the
orient seas...
Yes, I still hear your voice
echoing in those former alleyways...
Mossy forest,
have you ever dreamt of me...
I once dreamt of
poppies and windmills...
In you, I have found dandelions
a multitude of times...
Was it you last night?
Like a recurring dream...
A writer is like a wayfarer; the paper is his road, the pen is his courage. |
You create ripples on my steady waters. |
Erstwhile, those days are, |