When I hold the pen,
it trembles in my hand; the poem...

Noway, I will ask
the poem, to become stressed out...

You dig in your heels,
when blood spills...

Do the shadows
talk solemnly, when...

Tonight, come for moon watch.
I will show you the night birds...

You would not know,
when, a desire...

Sweet grapes? There was
no exit from the question...

One night, in moon
labyrinth, you will find...

It was less savory.
The tibia breaks and you...

Holding the truth for the
sake of time and space...

Arising before the dawn,
to meet the earth...

At dusk, when moon was coming up
fidelity was challenged...