Everything is running,
seemingly towards somewhere...

Our expanding
only circles to reflect in the given radius...

She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...

Look how those branches
of trees are nestling within...

Life is not easy
for easiness is death, hence...

How unlimited
we are, limiting ourselves...

Those who've beavered hard
to brush me away by their brooms...

The rain is gone.
The trains are gone...

Unripe grapes ripe in my mouth
when you kiss me...

There are no bite marks on his apple.
His toys are still in their boxes...

A dandelion was yielding to its yawn
on the fluffy mattress of sunshine...

Never say a lie
because other can see you but you can't...