I did not mean to hurt.
Do not try to flute...
Coming to an end the
consecration. The land will...
Out of ambit? you resume
the surfing again? on...
May
Oh coquettish child...
How many light years you?
have, when I walk...
I do not remain happy
with noises of wisdom...
Souls bend and break here
Unleashing charcoaled ashes...
Red horizon?
had bite-marks...
Shedding the knowledge
I was aware of emptiness...
As I walked over mossy plains
across much traveled rich terrains...
After the blast, the
morning gets wise, and...
In black midnight,
the white moon, like a nun...