Take another step and one more

without gnawing anger in the heart.

One could have been attacked by a bear.

Oh, dear! A distant whistle in the ears.


                 A moment or two,

                                 either the first move.


In a stance of hopelessness

an ache of any kind

makes an ugly mush.


The soft expression by the daylight reachs the corners

filling the state of nonexistence.

An unrequited love fills the balloons.

Long live the love's evidence!