One sun sets as many emerging sunsgradually take her place
A flock of small birdsalights to feed quaint, thought IDragons, thought the…
The word of God inthe summer heat…He died from a dirty needle
I am an islandI stand on the ocean floorobstinate, windswept
A ray of darknessappeared, shining the dust motesfrom angels to bats
Cocooned by dry warm inside airBeyond the panes wet snow is falling
The flower, loudlyto the bee: pick me, pick meSo many choices