Cold winters night
Laying in bed...
My eyes are open.
It's no longer darkness for...
I don't recall mother,
ever hating herself...
Deep sighs and closed eyes when you realize...
And that's quite alright because I'm sick of...
A cricket
chirping...
..and who will heal the writer,
when the well has run dry...
Clay-smelling objects,
mud plates and bowls...
No, no, no...
I went left then fled as if I were I bird...
Should I compose a sonnet just for you?
You are a judge who's tired of reading them...
I've never done this,
and I don't know if I'll be alone for it...
This days love is tricky.,
you meet today and you become baby...
The ocean is wide indeed,
I just don't think it is wide enough to cover my...