You start with a darkness to move through but sometimes the darkness moves through you. See image Dean Young
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping. See image Dean Young
but nothing can be taken back, not the leaves by the trees, the rain by the clouds. You want to take back the ugly thing you said, but some shrapnel remains in the wound, some mud. See image Dean Young