Deserted Station Warm Night Passing Train
Illuminated Freight Trains
Sidewalks Mirrors Exaggerate Numbers
Her illustrations tell a story Which is hard to understand
Perfection does not command a price
She is an unfinished canvas Which I will not share
He created me out Of a sheets of paper So that I might Fly high with the wind birds
On the river Of the Cold stars
Roof Rain Stars Wonder
Dry March Sunny April East Wind
