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
1 month, 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
1 month, 3 weeks ago
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
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
5 months, 4 weeks ago