A midnight darkness?
threatens the purple moon...
The reflection was never
complete...
My eyes long to thrust this refulgent sight,
this adsorbent scene...
sing with me, sweet wind, and put my
worried thoughts to rest...
The space in between?
the mayhem and spiritual hour...
Winds will howl!
As the pain of rain damages...
I can do it, hold the wasp
in my palm? without grains...
Eaten up, by wanderlust?
I started my sleepwalks...
A hate apart, living in embraces,
one night? you find the...
Living,
in the wounds...
Under surveillance, the vegetable?
lives on ventilator...
The cards were unfolded
by petals...