一组短诗

where are the birds used to be on wire?

the empty wires
speak a language of absence
of loneliness

of emptiness
in the end
of nothingness
 

The Black Butterfly

Your terrifying stillness
Ends the flow
of Day and

Night
 

[ November ]

November
colors are falling
Time layering

[ suddenly ]

suddenly
dogs barking amok
dreams shattered
 

Still life

You have so much to give
But so little to say
登录后才可评论.