Benoît Pioulard - A Shade of Celadon

So Etched in Memory

The Very Edge of Its Flame

With No Advantage

And Relent

Initial B.P.

As Would a Weaver

Anchor as the Muse

That Wounded Weathered

Whose Palms Create

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Of Everything That Rhymes

Under the Break Arch

Is in Its Clearest Form

Лесник

Где прошла ты

Marmalade

По барам

КАК MOMMY

Komarovo

Седая ночь

Прыгну со скалы

Можно я с тобой

Никто

Black Samurai

Птичка

Дурак и молния

Алёшка

Dance Monkey