I see the snow
covering all
like carpet woven
with a softly yarn
to keep all the memories warm

the sly silence
coats over the sorrow
yet your absence
still bites my soul

in the green sea
I see hints of a city
where wind is the great giver
and the bugs are the only residents

now!
enter the void and leave your memories
to the clouds and the puffy flowers
let all bricks fall
-take a breath-
let all rails rust
-breath out-
let all be gone
to be alive again

I am standing under the punica;
its roots are bursting out of ground
and clothing the earth all around
its light scent is tempting
this punica must be magical indeed

I touch the body of the punica;
its roots are bursting out of my heart
and covering my chest all around
my soul is wide open, I flourish,
This punica must be me, indeed

My punicas are falling down
into the lands of striking roots,
bursting out of themselves,
covering the ground all around

my soul has ten arms divided into ten arms,
I must be the earth, indeed

shapeless uncertainty is always hanging in there

the poem wants to flow but I blow it all away