… I come to strands of story …

… why does the almond chance to bloom …

So seldom is the day content to leave …

… if I could give a flower of song unto an unshorn heart …

… I wish that I could pray and ask sweet things …

… no moment’s touch, or glance fulfilled …

… one day it will happen for you …

… branch of sky, circled you …

… there is no white that tells the glory of your face …