Empty are the roads on the map
all the walks have been made in vain...
You held a basket of yellow lemons
fresh and bright...
they won't ask if you're not presenting
a closed art gallery...
Chills tapped on his spine
as the street light flickered...
Wondering if my words are ever coming back...
relishing the day when I can put more than a...
Icy jars contain
feathery whispers within...
I was carried away
with a flush of emotions...
The sky smothers me with showers of cold
but I grin as though, I am soaked in gold...
Quieten your mind
Silence your voice...
We start out as a tiny bean
A little gift from a heaven...
When clouds smother
a mere thought from...
Just as fast as the smile
fleeting across her face...