Retracing this path
is burdensome
the weeds have overtaken it
the flowers have blossomed
a scent is peculiar
leaves a pimple on the skin
I am ensnared by you
the flame from within
Incandescence is found
rarely in truth
a dispute is crying
apportioning the fruit
formed to perfection
I relinquish this right
Your eyes are dissension
you claim my sight
the five are weary
I dare not deny
when we walk in the street
you are the strongest sixth.