I lay my armour down
And call it a day...

No amount of city lights
In Florence can outshine...

Among all the streams
Of thoughts and sub-thoughts...

On mellow nights after busy days
Waves of thoughts start to form...

A December night
With two souls...

Bittersweet
His lips were...

Beautifully strange it was
How we met...

Oh autumn in the middle of spring
Every day I try to run but always slow down...

Dear
If you may not know...

Thoughts starting to seize
You're perfection embodied...

During the day, my smile shows like the sun
I go through every work with motivation...

The clock struck 11,
Thinking how time could stand still...