Please, turn the candles on and pray.
Today at recess, I was mad...

Someday, your eyes will be
two coffins in the cemetery...

Where a river flows
between mountains of lilies...

I wanted to run,
to run towards the edge of tomorrow...

So I want to rhyme, is that a crime?
I can assure you is not a waste of time...

Flashing lights into brown eyes
Bushes quivering to barks...

It's just a tear in my eyes,
That breaks my heart, and makes me sad...

On the waterway,
a white heron observes clouds...

In the backyard,
I searched for you in the stars...

Under your bed, hides a memory...
a distant thought covered in dust...

In Winter - you were my Temple, an altar
that diffused incense to benches overcrowded with...

Why must I write using imagery?
Should I paint words as if those words...