
Stone to stone – made only to fit in – not for us.

Stone to stone – made only to fit in – not for us.

Our meeting points – in so many levels – facing love.

Thinking about – where have all the guests gone – long time no see.

Sometimes – when we touch – lost in a dream.

Reaching top – while crowded below – the lonely way.

Eyes shut open – with a broken story on the lips – running scared.


Arms of cherry blossom
long as ten soulsinging heart beats
the magic moment.

A snappy prentice – climbing the tree of knowledge – falling still alert.

Expressed in time – brutally fatal all over – a breathtaking speech.

The little lady – walking all alone – in an empty world ……………..
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