Drink lilies withered
sleep Steam
in litter of fluffy sponge
memory
Silk fremătătoare frog
in a lake as a nail

a compass
showing and only at night
with foot wet
expectations

above
a silence that float
chance
crepdeşin in a deserted house

to perch between tomorrow and yesterday
thought
a swing that looked
the arms fall
up
low
close your eyes you stop swinging
with certainty that you will always find
wall close
a tree
or a train track
you support.