
Chase that horizon;
joyous as a mud-smeared child
runs to its mother.

Chase that horizon;
joyous as a mud-smeared child
runs to its mother.

Cup full or empty,
cause of many emotions,
often as is life.

Warming up the soul,
as fried egg on Sunday morn—
nature for breakfast.

Watching from afar,
even towers seem puny,
mere troubles—be gone!

Though ink washes off,
haunting eyes stay forever—
shopping centre scenes.