Will not find like you.
Why do you bring...
When building always keep in mind ...
The inspectors...
Between the hills
lies the secret of deep...
Moon was ready
for a swan dance...
Your breath
a prayer in water, when...
So normal, the poverty
makes you rich...
Closed eyes...sealed mouths
numbed by a pregnant moon...
Dying with minutes
in dark, when the sun...
She feels the ground sigh beneath her
As she weaves in and out of trees so tall...
Unsung, the crazed,
follows an ailing Buddha...
The soft pain lashes
in a bizarre manner. You...
Like clones, your hands
embrace, winding up...