When I have superficial dreams* at the arrival of the night
and the feared shadow drifts back and forth,
for some reason to writhe because of the premonition of the ruin… 401 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
Would someone extract the thorn stuck into my fingertip?
I always cry out from a corner with a voice which will never reach anybody… 169 more words
The blue twinkling moonlight
rains incessantly over the sleeping town.
The us, who think to who knows what*,
are still breathing here? 208 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago
The lost child, alone,
melts into this world with no answers.
It’s the enigma of someone who dreams the future beyond the red lotus, 389 more words
6 months, 3 weeks ago