Chrysanthemums paint
as onyx skies softly weep...

A black and white
photo of...

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

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

You always disappear
like Dandelions on a sunspot-filled road...

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

Rain from azure clouds falls gently
onto the flowers in your hair. Tempted...

I find it unusual
to be reading recipe books...

A one-man band
plants white Camellias...

Petals from a flower
are scattered in the thick air...

You always
want Roses...

As the
fireworks explode...