There are poetries
unwritten in either sides...
like a moth that was going towards the fire.
I have seen you in darkness...
Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...
Horizon is the
conundrum of terminus...
He declaimed so loud
yet silence, was amplified...
Betrayal,
A monochromatic rose...
Poetry follows me in sleep,
trailing down snowy banks...
"Why is the fading flower so sad?"
-Asked the tearful child...
All of me is there
reflected in the river...
She always dances from the navel of her skirt!
Horizons are always very...
Speechless is the word.
Poetry is too loud...
Everlasting is
finding endlessness in the...