Red Memories

Memories, Red

In Love, and in Pain

I toss, and I turn

In Passion, in Vain

Butterflies fly,

Flocking to me

Butterflies Flys,

In flowers I breathe.

I am being a flower

I can't help but see

They wanted to bury

Everthing of me.

The Exhibition at the Dundas Street Gallery in 2022

The audience can take one postcard on the wall, indicate take one piece of secret memories of me.