Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die.

Life’s contentment is like an abstract edifice with a domed ceiling of insanity.

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting.

I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers.

The amazing feeling of being alive beautifully conquers the fear of death.

Human psychology is the most mysterious thing in the world.