I would not understand
your fabric, when you come
wearing only smile.
...
Can you understand
the agony of a titan, which
cannot afford to show its fall?
...
The brown rice were
not yet ready.
An old man turns in grave.
...
It was a damp kiss
of an image.
Dispassionately you drop
an old coin into my hands.
...
Tonight the moon will sit
on the gazobe,
to have a look at the sea, rising.
...
Blunt and bold were
the wet spots.
You bleed like me.
...
You come to me like
a fall.
All the colors have arrived.
...
Autumn was round
the corner. I was preparing
for the fall.
...
Sometimes I do not
want to be talked about.
Like the setting sun.
...
Bending the truth,
you return back to your home,
separated by a―
monologue of lie.
...