I send my sorries like hound dogs into the Wildlands looking for you.
Is it too late, my favorite?
The wind changed my details like a transformed tree in the fall.
I grew into misshaped forms to espouse love and create a balance between love and life.
No need for your remorseful behavior, lover; I'm just a traveler through your lifeless land. I presented you with life for a season; we had our moments.
words by Michel AH

art by Lâm Cẩm Duyên