125

without a destination
this ship has sailed out
from the port of call
catching the current
with wings

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