The true love is when
one love something for itself...

Worshipping in everywhere in a rose leaf
or in a celebration of the day in a drop of water...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

Running into it,
as running away from it...

Here, is everywhere.
But out there, here is out there...

Rather than guarding
his own life, unleashes the...

If you want to be her lover
you must worshiper the truth...

Little lamb munching
on the sunset lawn before...

Blackamoor singing
and his teeth brighten the room...

I flew to aeon
when a fleeting butterfly...

The waltz of beauty
and the recognition of...

How blooming looks the
dying bloom for undying...