My mother"s daughter was a clever girl, but...
felt far too brave, or too beautiful, or too...

Its been seven days,
since my mother left on vacation...

I wonder if you know
that every night before i go to sleep...

I've been brought up
to believe, that one must...

You'll never know
about picking apples...

-open-
My heart,like...

I poured so much
audacity into my...

To only talk in metaphors
would be like giving a voice...

This lust for life
of mine...

Happiness is an immature man.
he comes often around, promising...

I think I have been through a lot.
We all have. Those empty days...

Another poem
another day...