Hours of FlowersHours of living theseFlowers of pleasuring;Aroma giving me, theMoments of miracles...Anytime arise someEchoes alertly;Achieves the goal ofAncient poverty!Agony releasesAbundant elements;Anyone beholds sameAiming energy!Dawn turns dusk, asDrawing perishment;Doorway of doctrineDrift off poetry!Dearest becomes aDuelist delightful;Dilemma drop intoDecaded deception.
Dream and DreamerI am the seedInside my soil;I am the sowerSeeking my sprout!I am the waterWhirl in my lake;I am the weatherVeiling my earth!I am the seedlingGrow in my mire;I am the sun Feeding my leaf!I am the mistDraping my night;I am the windWeaving my dress!I am the budPeeping my sky;I am the dew, dipSwelling my petals!I am the sunbeamSurface my silk skin;I am the beetleDigging my honey pot!I am the viewerWatching my figure;I am the flowerFall in my bosom!And, I am a seekerSowing my pleasure!I am a mowerReaping my treasure!