I was hurt,
I speak...
Now is the point that
the past and prospect fasten...
To break free from
existential spin, I will...
Spider weaves the
net. You walk in the named...
Like a forgotten
love child, are you same as...
Love hours.
When you cover your...
Leave me by me.
I was an onlooker in...
It were not you
at the end of poem. Something...
December moon
and you, not to blink for a...
A sparrow knits the?
dim moonlight to sleep in...
Honesty. Was it the
sickness of mind? Ask the...
I thought we knew
each other by our shadows...