O young girl,
Do not asked why
I forgot
Because I forgot
...
Somehow at
Increasingly dimmed dusk
We are still in the morning
Jumping around asking for milk
...
An old tree with dusk leaves on the edge of
Ageing horizon beneath gloomy sky
Eyeing flock of swallows in a pattern of
Arrow shooting straight into the hill high
...
While in the midst of
Enjoying the delicacy
In a surreal-mystical dish
Of literary culinary
...
Strong gripping claws cling
Hanged on a bamboo swing
A charming rock magpie
In a cage so beautiful
...
After lingering,
Sleepiness is outstretched
As fluffy,
Pink pillow with
...
You sounded like flies
in a big bottle half full
searching for exit.
...
Rain sings on the zinc roof
Unlike barking dog: Woof! Woof! Woof!
Like warm hug and mother’s pat
It whispers in my ears: Pat! Pat! Pat!
...