107

scent of lavender
was smeared over
weary spine
with a little
holiness of affection

106

in the reflection
of the green domain
butterfly sips
the nectar of
metaphysical florets

105

the straightfowarded gaze
burns
the ambivalence of life
leaving the urge
to suck the sap of the hezel

104

cold
as if winter
came back
to get
what he forgot

103

half-written
offbeat note
in your eyes
I'm playing
by heart

102

belly dancing Luna
got the dream
by the tail
and dragged it down
to the crypt

101

keep on lining
judgmental
scornful
mistreating sets of letters
But no silence please