In the nick of time,
deciphered melodies fall...

As the
fireworks explode...

You always
want Roses...

In the
orient seas...

Lately,
I can't...

You are an
old Philippine map...

A Japanese Camellia,
the Rose of Winter...

Within
Cinnabar-filled...

Your words
are fossils...

Snow is white
because it is...

Like amber mem'ries,
snow makes dainty Sarcodes spring...

8:00 PM
only lives...