in the eyes of the swallows
the sky winds its way into
a mysterious golden
- cool luminous opening
...
this thousand year old tree
so old, its barks break apart
long dry mouths all over that
sing songs of rain and shine
...
the remaining bouquets
the flowers are still fresh
but this late valentine night
they look particularly
...
you may not be all knowing
but it does not mean you
would not know the all knowing
...
when i was a child
the world was
full of poetry
played to me
...
writing poetry
suddenly i realise
it is to a journey to
my own sanctuary
...
the shrivelled leaf
has become a thousand
pieces of bleakness
as my hand presses
...
it can blind the world
when it spreads its wings
and cover the sky
...
Peeking through
a thousand years of love
Virgin of Kyiv
...
it looms up my mind,
over me, stands so
erect and grand
i thought it's another
...