The hourglass narrows—
time’s throat swallows lies...

B is the echo of A—
a ripple born in time...

See through the butterfly of things—
each ending unfolds...

The sun is tick,
the moon is tack...

The past is meaningless
unless...

Inhale,
life whispers...

Soft water carves stone,
even the unyielding bends...

Without you, I'm lost,
but with you, I'm lost the most...

She always showers in the night light.
She is responsible for the moon...

The bouquet of flowers
I offered you...

The guardhouse of loneliness—
where the truth of oneself unfolds...

To be all,
reducing to null...