Somewhere in distance
boundaries of space...

Now
is a magnificent creature of infinity...

Life is not easy
for easiness is like seeping...

I wrote millions of poems for this little rose
and they still are not enough...

We've indisputably
put up a fight...

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

Green makes
the world...

Inspirations
are like birds...

Our rages are for our burning.
So...

Speechless is the word!
Poetry is too loud...

She said that I was too sad, too damaged,
though I disagreed, ratiocinating...

There is just personal death
and collective continuum...