You break through morning light,
like a forgotten dream coming to...
I feel the curtain descending,
My days growing fewer...
You are not so masterful
for...
Living is an addiction
Joy preserves the reason of existence...
sometimes you cry and
hope your tears will...
Some days I’m fine just like a well
enjoying nature I must tell...
I’m tired in my bones,
I’m tired in my mind...
I greeted the dawn boldly,
hoping to encounter a speck...
You stole my pen,
my words...
The cat walk was bad enough
but at least it gave me a secure visual...
It was so beautiful
the bouquet of emotion...
One and zero,
tick and tock...