The moon is yet full
even when just half or non...

When I do not find your black eyes
everything founders...

We all are on death row.
we all are convicted of living...

Our death is intended
unless we prove otherwise...

like a moth that was going towards the fire.
I have seen you in darkness...

So deep in my ears,
there is a song...

There is an end to me and you,
but not to us...

In the oscillation of an accordion
we were gasping...

From the futile war
remains legions of mutilated hearts...

Is understanding, as ruthless as it is,
another version of satisfaction...

We would never become a set of wings,
if we do not tear from...

Those who knowingly accuse innocents
of heinous crimes...