81

the tune
I've heard
in the morning light
has been played
over and over

80

every piece of
the broken glasses
under my bare feet
reflects
all the colors of light

79

crushed on
the great wall
of indifference
the broken fragmants
scatter over the sky

78

in his hammock
my ears placed
on the bosom
catch
our throbs

77

not in love
not on the pinked cloud
the chemistry of love
the marrow of his bone
that's what I longed to be

76

withered eulalias
hides the path
to the river
leading the humble feet
to a brand-new trail

75

without
the blancket of
dreams
a winter cherry
withers
upon my palms