I have nothing to give
except my heart to live in your
eyes. I will not tell what I will do.

Near god some saboteurs,
or carnivores are awakened. It should
not have happened, would never be.

You author the ephemeral
muse, changing the times. You always see
the sun and moon sees you.

Every kiss has a
price. I love you green.
O Magnolia, I have nine lives.

This was the magic of
drooping eyes under the
sparks of a swaying moon.

Who says god was
very cruel. The goddess was
making beautiful dolls.

You used to say, I
was your accident, but you smiled
in unspoken words of pain.

Did you ever make
friends with scorpions? They
don't change their habits.

It was not matched
with tears. Now you will sleep in
my poems and I sleep on your lips.

Too careful to forget
me. The spring will bring the slaps on
the face. Scores of pain will release butterflies.

A dream wears a
body. The moon was sleeping with
me to explode. I will start burning.

They killed the hummingbirds.
I stopped to talk. O my god, eternal bones
become axes to **** you.

Your trajectory was
rising. People rode the stars
to reach the moon at night.

Anxiety of name.
How to draw the figure of
god who was a giver.

It was your decision
to abandon the earth for
a golden chair to sit.

Your trajectory was
rising. People rode the stars
to reach the moon at night.

Anxiety of name.
How to draw the figure of
god who was a giver.

It was your decision
to abandon the earth for
a golden chair to sit.

Myth of my path was
weird. It does not take a turn. Only
stops midway. You can take hemlock.

I peel off the light
of the moon. Now you can walk under
the stars like a bride.

When the pain stops,
nobody knows. The penultimate
narrates the endless rain of tears.