Tracing a wrinkle
I ended at far beyond...
The sounds
and lights that...
I don't like money,
I hate it to the core...
Pure intents are free
From any uncertainty...
It is not about the lines
it is about the capacity of silence...
Believe -
Rise up to your...
Ahead of due time
hope ever to catch up to...
Strings played in distress
Catalyze the resonance...
The dawns of towns are
empowered by the shadows...
I did not know that with colours you could sketch...
This pen and this ink
are like footprints...
When you wind me round and round,
you always sing along...