34th day:
Flowers had color again. The sky...

When things start falling,
the ceiling crumbling...

This is my first attempt at writing Deutsch...
There it is...

I'm not angry on behalf of
my father, who took his last...

The only thing I love
about your absence is that...

The newlyborn cried for milk.
The mother had empty breasts...

I'm told to describe you
in thirteen words. I can, with one...

I reach back.
My hair stuck...

Quite disturbing,
the wrinkles on skin. We drink...

It’s cold, twelve degrees below zero.
You’re remembering her face, how the sun...

I usually command you
to bear my burden...

All I know is that
light is merely a bunch of photons...