Roses are countless
so as the pages of this...

We've indisputably
put up a fight...

His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...

Nothing fools one as
being unable to make...

Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...

Moments,
soaked and swollen...

Victims of bygones,
the tyrants of tomorrows...

I love and you leave
Then...

All the languages belong to the same arbour
the two outlet bugles...

Thus Said a Child in Gaza::
I love...

Our conscience is the
very presence of others...

A plastic rose last
forever for it is dead...