April

It's impossible
To write poems
If you're in love
And not to
If the month is April

Desires & Memories

Desires are different
So are the memories.
How can anyone live, tell me,
In a town that has no sunshine?

Insects

No use thinking,
Just crave!
See, that's what the insects do.

Invitation

I'm waiting.
Come when the weather is such
That there can be no turning back.