How far you will go?
with me...
Weird,
your hidden contours...
Taste of death, while
talking of stealthy footsteps...
I followed a river, which started off small
It twisted and curved, from an edge it'll fall...
Trovecy: My verses lead towards pure gold
Time Rhyme: To whom will it be sold...
The migratory ache,
one day for you, one day for...
Your poetry was
a hyphenated struggle...
Cold south wind comes forth.
All bamboos bow to its might...
Unnaming pro-lifers, I
was ready to imitate...
To understand the life
after the flames die, I will...
This one-sided
dumb feeling, rising...
Sharing my sweetbread
with you in densely days when...