I know your kind...
The socially inept...
Delicate buds will never bloom
roots too young to stand alone...
You, who trudges by the wearied
path, do you not know of...
In every winter you pass by
to interrupt the silence of my...
Hanging in the fissure of a whalebone,
mourning songs like foghorns...
Father,
Today I was emigrated to another...
I am the night sky that can be heard
in a dark tunnel of a past that haunts...
Young minds possess wings
of imagination to...
I once stressed the sun
to the corner of your...
Your laughter still lingers
in the air like a springtime...
Even in my childhood
days where kids would...
Razor of doubt
slice open fragments...