I've lost all these years
for I am not going to...
The urge of telling
the biggest tales even when...
Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...
_ The shrub is gone
the roots are ruthlessly rotted...
Roses are red,
Violets are blue...
and I thought to myself....
is there a place for ones story...
In this barren forest
where fires fiercely clashed...
You got up hours ago at 9 AM with a contented...
Today was a dreamless sleep. Sometimes I prefer...
"Now." is the current
not floating with the river...
When we are in love
we are two fluttering wings...
Time is pulsating
all things to end, yet itself...
They remain distant
that is the reason they could...