what song shall
I sing into the dusty winds?
I know that smile
that would not reach
down your soul.
what chants shall
I make now.
incantations of love
departs my lips
the moment
we kissed farewell..
how shall I tell the story
of the blue moon?
when the bliss
is a play concluded
by tears
..the world is a lusty garden
where roses, too, complain
by
