April 
It's impossible 
To write poems 
If you're in love 
And not to 
If the month is April 
Desires & Memories 
Desires are different 
So are the memories. 
How can anyone live, tell me, 
In a town that has no sunshine? 
Insects 
No use thinking, 
Just crave! 
See, that's what the insects do. 
Invitation 
I'm waiting. 
Come when the weather is such 
That there can be no turning back.