Your face burns, in stillness,
outside my winter lane...
You often flare in darkness,
and I see you in the dim side...
Here?
I told you. Gloomy are the days of the...
From dust to rebirth
like pollen particles...
Thinking of you..
I breathe on illusion...
I forgot you
but my broken lines...
There rose a sun,
but I'm doomed...
Your love
tore my poetry...
Shrouded in mist;
I sighed you...
Deeply and thoroughly
you strike in daylight...
Cursed with a stroke of agony;
so many words silently drip...
You're here;
potent like sharp arrows of light...