If I have been in your town
for some times...

_To those who have a soul_
The shrine of loneliness musing...

I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man stands...

They would go after
your dreams first before after...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

Yet eager for more
noticing in the mirror...

We shut our doors close,
keep checking if they are locked...

Don't stretch your arms
like the branches...

Years are multiplying!
We celebrate our birthdays...

Was it always between us this way
how our oblivion sways...

Please goodness if you exist out there.
give me some hint show me some twinkles...

I was really burning for your caressing hands
until I learned just in my illusion...