It's
impossible
To write poems
If you're in
love
And not to
If the month
is April
Desires &
Memories
Desires are
different
So are the
memories.
How can anyone
live, tell me,
In a town that
has no
sunshine?
Insects
No use
thinking,
Just crave!
See, that's
what the
insects do.
Invitation
I'm waiting.
Come when the
weather is
such
That there can
be no turning
back.
