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

I've never known
you will appear like...

This afternoon feels like
the time I wrote again...

A brown paper
encourages me to write...

Your whispers are like
a Rastafarian flower...

As happiness begins to vanish
under your Orchid firmament...

You describe my existence
by creating...

Within
Cinnabar-filled...

Subtly,
its fragrance pervades the air...

Is your sky still crimson?
Does Manila draw a lonely Azalea...

The Soft Brown color
of your eyes...

Hand-knitted dreams
are what I get...