a drop was falling on my skin
my skin was dry too dry you see...
my senses can sometimes betray me
some days my ears can hear what my eyes cannot see...
a spider jumps
webs rain in living room...
you alter
the moon...
at midnight,
i want to tip toe my way...
O little insect,
these windows are all ruddy, florid and silky...
The freedom was never gained
whether after...
Before the game of gamble starts
it is already paid for...
stars whisper
to the ear...
Through as an arrow,
the might of all my aspires...
Rescuing sculptures
from the rugged boulders is...
It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...