First time I wished for winter
Dimmed light
The summer breeze
Evening contemplation
Almost silence
Surely peace
A drop of it
Lovely feeling that lingers
From the memory of your smell
To love is to be loved
Thank you for teaching me that
In a glimpse
If only it wasn't summer
So I could freeze that moment
In the concept of time
Untitled number 9
This year of horse
Is a year of
Repeating grief
I mean
Everyone cries;
When a strong, beautiful
horse dies.
(Someone cries every time
A regular horse dies
Everybody screams.)