Does an author not write a book? A poet not write...
Life changes so fast
The next day is what we yearn for...
The moon just arrived,
and I feel deprived of comfort...
Have you ever wanted to dry a tear
that you knew you had made fall...
-Endearing-
embraced by a cocoon of...
Life's grandest moments
through flowery fields...
Confidence revealed
a Judas...
I am from vinyards
Of red, white and pink...
We butcher and kill in the name of god
saying it's his will...
His laughter brings me joy,
making every one of those moments last forever...
Maybe tonight we can
forget about it all...
In the absolute silence
I remember Life...