you say one word
and two little houses
a crystal forest
the young boy
it has become intense
winter begins
a cuckoo calls
a mirage
which no one visits
the first firefly…
with their sleeve
in the martian sky
the mountain road's
windblown in the grove
confidently rising
in the eyes of that caged bird
tangled
motionless
night
who were the people living here?
on the mannequin
the snow plough
watching birds
thoughts muddled
summer shower
slipping so cleverly…
the moon wanes
summer
asleep
follows the moon
new year's day
a mirage
we part ways
softly folded fawn
some can sing
but you won't be lonely
faint
snail
empty branches
the pear blossoming…
snail
plastic bags
lucky moon
bottom of the well
nothing at all
new year's eve
the cricket crawls in
the light shining on
heart
a world of grief and pain
fish weep
this flower-like human heart
parting fog
she looks very important
behind the pillar
a hazy day
heart and mind
before dawn
first light snowfall
i climbed the hill to find
in the lamp
