When we are in love
we are two fluttering wings...
Time is pulsating
all things to end, yet itself...
Birth is the first chip on our windshield,
after...
Winter's fingers shine with blood
The droplets frozen hard...
You were digging deep
for flaws in me yet you...
When I write something
I make sure that I'm written...
We always forget what
we are...
The objective of a heart is
to defeat time...
We were talking but there
was absolute silence...
One thousand and one open doors,
Fifteen pages of a single verse...
Don’t be smitten by your religion more than God,
your party more than liberty...
Two hands are knitting time
perpetually...