Woods are born to burn
They like moth...
What if we won’t wake
for we are fugitives of...
Snowflakes are pouring in
and drought is pouring out...
I'm an early bird
who decided to hit the hay...
Black bull stands steaming
in the daylight...
You are so quiet
but your silence is quite loud...
See calm in me
through glass reflections...
tonight; we drink our wounds
earnestly, searching for melancholy...
The reason that we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...
The stars collapsed
and in their flames...
In each one of us there is some sadness
which the heart shelters keeping nights awake...
Lemons can make you cry,
By lemons can also be used...