Beauty is the attribute of harmony and colours,
justness of the portions and equality...
Dismantling?
my temple, brick by brick...
flying through
clouds of birds...
I paint the day
for you, for the last rites...
I will not beg,
never. There were some mistakes...
A method cuts you out?
in hunger pangs...
Lying in congealed blood.
You cannot wipe off the stigma...
‘Twas your ghost
to secure the promise...
When I was young, I'd plant a seed
With all the help from mum I'd need...
Dressed to assassinate,
not having much hope...
Beautiful, purple
calm solitary twilights...
Part of me? like a morpheme,
you are leaving...