A ghost truth
levels down...
Talking of obscenity
you were undressing...
Doing nothing, for no
obvious reason, engaging...
I see you everywhere...
I miss you in the fall of Winter...
The puddle always individuates itself against the...
even the rain constantly increases the puddle...
I'd rather be sitting
under a coconut tree...
Attending to my laments,
reading a poem to myself...
Suddenly I wake up and outside it’s still all...
Unable to fall asleep so a journey I embark...
A sniper was around.
I did not want to rush...
Soft and crisp
snow clings to all...
Alien waters
a transformation takes place...
The feel, it hurts
when you...