Your tired eyes still glow.
They remind me of dandelions...

Why I always come back to you?
Might be the night breeze...

I hear your footsteps
on that song...

In the
orient seas...

A Japanese Camellia,
the Rose of Winter...

I am seeing this man lately
and it isn't even the 16th century...

Snow is white
because it is...

May -- dressed in bluebells,
its soft green dress...

Along oceans and brush areas,
mountainsides, forests and grasslands...

Gazing to lavender seas,
prairie wind...

Dusky and shadowy flowers
thrive in the twilight of shuttered lakes...

Pan chased springtime dreams
as whimsical Lilacs cried...