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...

Between madness and sanity
between past and prospect...

Oh, the tiniest flower!
lost in the vastness...

Justice is a balance, an equation of something
as deep as our souls...

Tree's inquest is glow
whether in the sunny skies...

Absolute
is the silence of a canvas...