Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...
About an hour passed
in the arms of silence...
Chasing herself as
fast as running from herself...
Now is what fastens
past and prospects together...
Everyone
is going to work...
Hoodies lie on the floor in
this pink carpeted room...
Get acquainted to
her unsightliness for she...
Two effulgent lips,
two effusing silhouettes...
A bright mind and a kind heart,
Creates the Person-Sun...
My worth
Is not held...
Each figure is silence
shrivelled...
On the fringes of awareness is where greatness...
Many great moments of inspiration are quickly lost...