sweet sorrow
jasmine tea
thinking all i've survived
all that survived me
time passes with no mercy
in this corner of solitude
i yearn touch of your hand

sweet sorrow
Jasmine tea

streets paved with gold
none said whose gold
whose youth, whose pain
whose exile, whose torture


sweetest sorrow
you called
some old music
on my answering machine
loneliness not a bliss
"love has no pride"