A medieval smile
picks up the frozen pain...
Joining back tribe
was not atonement...
Can you feel pulse
of a moment before it...
Wading in tears
you want to catch time. Sun...
Defining hunger
I become metaphysical...
Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...
To live again, I
will not come after dying for...
It hurts me, my poems
when you don't come in dreams...
You always tried
to conceal the imperfect...
Your lips go dry, when
body twirls to catch a kiss...
No ceremony. I
will walk out from the star...
~°•*•°~
Glorious sunrise rolls up in the sky...