With leaves surrounding him, a man ponders on his strength of love.
Afternoon
A Garden
Twenty Minutes
Enduring Love
Melancholic
. . .
It is not enough to be alone...
I am not enough, alone.
Through day and night without the company of your voice, I am less.
I hear nothing but the silence of my loss.
Nothing but my hope to hear from you.
Nothing of my happiness to come.
Nothing but the tears of morning dew.