Not because my heart
feels like an imposing...
My withered hands bare cracks
of smiles gone unnoticed, circles...
Eyes distant as the Moon skin as pale and...
Someone's Daughter...
A natural recital is
composed between two...
I go to a place where
dreams criss cross...
Sweetheart, let me sing you a lullaby
on a night of November...
Emotions are volatile
Mobile as peas on a child's plate...
A mother holds her dying child in her mind,
heart and soul...
Three months of spending
time with you...
It is apparent,
gauging from my presence in this pitch black room...
You stole my heart-
like a pick-pocket; lifting...
They say that you cannot explain
colors to a blind man, but I'd...