From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...

His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...

Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...

The whole world was only a cell, and your cell was...
It was the freedom...

Words are anxious and lost
before settling in meaning...

Why must we always
put on an act in order...

Everything would end.
Why we are able to live...

They make those fences
out of their fangs, the goads of...