Don’t fill time with distractions
Don’t put it inside a pocket
Perish wisely and wildly
Or perish again?
Don’t fill time with distractions
Don’t put it inside a pocket
Perish wisely and wildly
Or perish again?
Asymmetry has its own beauty
Nothing revealed, nothing concealed
Only loss of symmetry
Like death with its own mystery
Brings silence and tears.
The loved one—
the radiance when lost
should not be remembered
with sadness
evening comes
then the stars
I should not cry.