Who said the sun sips
from the east...

His compassion, like an old tree
strangles my sentiments with its...

Yesterday,
my heart was embroidered...

A beat that leaps--way too far
with hesitant promises and...

The hills were steep,
do not push your fragile ankles up there...

You were breathing me in
like I was your favorite flower...

I let you, all leaves, fall.
I refill the cuts...

I feel like a sad yellow,
that's dressing the moon...

Empty are the roads on the map
all the walks have been made in vain...

War was an awakening
a rouse from my slumber...

Misfortunes will become fine artwork
and time a slab to display...

I have lost another roof.
As though I'm in the bare world again...