124

the crushing waves
catch
prisms of the current
bringing
brand-new color to the shore

123

slowly an surely
the dampness of the air
decayed a pen
the storyteller lost
her voice

chicolate flavored song: 122

chicolate flavored song: 122

122

in the lay of Sun
elusiveness
comes alive
as a canvas
with no lines

121

it wasn't
a fall
it was a spontaneous dive
into the stream
colored scarlet

120

the code from
the dash of waves
has left
at the moment of
three lines

119

in the midst of frenzy
fluid sensation
anesthetizes reason
absolute freedom
from solidity