Sidewalks.
They don't care if you haven't had time to visit...
Your words embrace
the loneliness that always...
Swan Lake
Between snowy shadows...
Recently I discovered this poem I wrote and typed...
As I ran wildly crying...
The purpose of life is to give
A chance for us to live...
I pay prices constantly
not excluding dues to time...
How could such beauty,
Grow amid such pain...
Why are people so afraid to live
So afraid to be happy...
Drowning in the content of each hour, day and...
Wishing for a signal or even just a peak...
An executioner stands ready for the command
an answer to a question the king does demand...
I'm a child,
who refuses to grow up...
There are new bridges
Worn bridges...