buzzing honeybees
dancing flowers in chill breeze
a hummingbird sings
touchy melancholy song
...
As I wonder, where the nice fragrance of love is gone,
That spilled from the crimson flower of life.
Now when I sweep away the broken glass of the past,
The memory haunts back doing icicle,
...
On a canvas of life
We paint our fate
By good or bad deeds
To reflect ourselves
...
let time preserve us
in memorials and tombs
as memory dust ~
will speak about our valor:
...
in a surprise pack
a letter from childhood friend
after a long gap
I rediscovered myself
...