Unspoken is the creed between a woman and the...
That keeps most intimate and deep those matters...
There is fleeting meaning
in existing as a tiny...
Instead of getting angry
It's better to move on...
Sharpening a sword
I thought blunt but then noticed...
Poetry becomes
us when we swallow the whole...
They wonder whats inside my head
They try to understand what I said...
WHO will join them to make the world One?
WHO will it be to pen their names upon parchment...
Existence... is a simple thing,
it either is or it is not...
the infinite roads of my imagination
save me in dark...
tears, birthing a poem, so common
the melodramatic is always the inspiration behind...
From an unforgiving sky one day,
The choking dust blew on its way...
A tree there stands upon a hill
Which bears such painful scars...