Contrast

Impatient eyes
Over young blossoms
Old-aged windows

Blossoms

Those cherry blossoms
Pointing to a branch's end
Between fuzziness

Touch

A gentle touch
Of spring's old nature
White pink blossoms

Touch

The ravaging sea
In midst of a hurricane 
Such touch of madness

Perfume

Folding a paper
Into a colorless rose
A spring day's perfume

Flight

A butterfly's flight
Over the leaves' cusps
Chaos grasping eyes

Madness

A chessman's madness
Caught in life's permutations
Checkmate's horizon

Pavement

The stones gathered
Upon the built path
A chisel waits

Creation

Sparks of noise
Lights up the silence
A new day

Solitude

Reflections of souls
Cover a spring's sky
All night's solitude

Gaze

Behold infinites
As if they were off-limits
From one's desires

Noise

So many voices
One's solitude can embrace
Cold expectations