Shadow
Lost is my shadow
Torn perception dripping red
Slowly fades to death
 
 
Berries
Blue, grey, gentle breeze
Shakes the nandin berries free
Sweet scents spark my mind
 
 
Winter
From my mind to you
I paint the winter paddy
The snow is alive
 
 
Mother
I love my mother
With a warm and caring heart
She nurtures my soul