There once was a witch, who awoke every day, the...
And the first object she laid her eyes on was the...
The time has come to leave my home,
and be just like a seed of love...
You're like everyone else.
you get fooled by good words...
A cricket
chirping...
Let go of everything,
All those painful things you think...
There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...
Like wet cement carrying an impression;
my footprints still linger from...
Life,
Precious as it might be...
I saw the road behind me
fold into the setting sun...
Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...
When words like warm blood smoothly flow
Within the insides of poetic frame...
Make your lies and make them plenty
Waltz around the room like you're so connoisseur...