Roses are countless
so as the pages of this...

Poor little insect
finding his way back home in the maze of...

We've indisputably
put up a fight...

The magic...
of entertainment...................... .......of...

Not to kill or harm
they just improvise justice...

A Samurai
versus the onslaught of foes...

Whiteness in my heart
I roll from the snow fall to...

I‘ve never seen roads
this tearful...

Not love or God
they neither sing...

When the wind
at its hasty ingress...

She was nothing but
a reflection on the tea...

Sometimes I can hear
tempests' wails unfold in words...