It's not the way one writes or the way one feels.
It's the way a writer takes the reader into a...

In the road, I saw couples
like tu, too, two...

Shatter me into pieces,
Like confetti thrown in parties...

Ah, thunder strikes again
All that remains are ashes...

I write what I write
Just to write what I have to write...

Love does not blind,
Love let's you see the virtues and the flaws...

the night is nigh
my eye can see...

If you see her - a woman, walking towards you,
embrace her, hug her, kiss her; she's your...

Ashes in my eyes,
a burnt world that sleeps tight...

If you saw me
fall on dirty floors...

In the middle of a forest,
a bucket full of water...

A bench is a place to rest
in front of flowers and a lake...