When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.

For This Lovely Bowl Let Us Arrange These Flowers Since There Is No Rice.

Ballet In The Air... Twin Butterflies Until, Twice White They Meet, They Mate

Do Not Seek To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. Seek What They Sought.