146

sounds from
the full
righteous lips
pierced the tip of
the disfigured ears

145

Lotus petal
falls
without a ripple
in the swamp
of memories

144

with the sealed lips
a little girl
tastes
the heaviness
of morning coffee

143

over the cup of
cold tea
chocolate covered berries
taste
insincere

142

at the daybreak
words are lost
in the sigh
waiting for the light
to fill their book

141

Cosmos
are the little hand
that used to sit
on my palm
carving a love song

140

the marmalade sun
rises
silencing
the hoarse tone
of winter birds