i am bereft of truth;
wholly-wedded to the thought...
pirouetting, dancing
skating through thin ice...
When night falls and crime calls
I be Batman...
poetry,
you are music to my eyes...
with blue skies
the man slept...
Between now and then
we are forever running...
The hands of time are
the drumsticks that beat on the...
Sparrows are benign,
their textures are so fine...
These gaudy people,
they all are nothing but ears...
Garden is in the taste of honey...
Why are mockingbirds mocking me?
why do...
Tracing a wrinkle
I ended at far beyond...