| 0 | To Return Is Impossible And To Talk About It, Forbidden. How It Was Filled With Bliss, That Heavenly Garden. |
| 0 | Like A Pagan Priestess Reads Aloud Sing-Song From The Thick Babylonian Dream Book. |
| 0 | Beneath The Jasmine A Stone Marks A Buried Treasure. On The Path, My Father Stands. A Beautiful, Beautiful Day. |
| 0 | I Had Long Been The Earth - Arid, Ochre, Forlorn Since Birth. But You Fell On My Chest By Chance From Beaks Of Birds, From Eyes Of Grass. |
| 0 | And Then Even The Snow Disappeared, And Early Spring, Rising On Tiptoes, Draped Her Green Scarf Over The Trees. |
| 0 | All That Might've Occurred. Like A Five-Fingered Leaf. Fluttered Into My Hands, But It Isn't Enough. |