I let the rain massage my shoulders,
untying the knots in my back...
If fortune favours multi-rhythm words
By counting syllables amongst its boons...
Is there a weakness
in caring so much...
on a cobbled street
the aroma of fresh bread...
Whenever she bakes, I'm reminded of
home...
I am crushed,
like how he...
Is it a wander that I don't feel anything but...
I wonder...
Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...
I thought I'd found happiness
it just so happens...
Shall we feast on the carousel of words that
I will prepare in your honour, tonight...
Watch the mirage of
your question in the distance...
They border us to make us fight.
When we are separated...