Parallels:
creator and createe...

They remain distant
that is the reason they could...

Exercise the justice
do not bastardize the justice...

Each feeling
is a fibre of universe...

Snow man, melting frost
time is the perfection lost...

I was looking for heroes
not knowing that there are no heroes...

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

Wheel marks
on the mirage...

Don’t worry my love
your outer beauty, your withering bloom...

pictures,
the cliché of memories...

Time is the perfection lost!
That is why...

The hours—
they are pilgrims of solitude...