If loneliness were a flower,
it would bloom—only to fade...

The obvious is always visible,
yet vision is personal...

Why does the neckless
demand the finest necklaces...

I once saw a blackbird
carry me to the white firmament...

The Lambs!
Serrated crowns of pain...

Your voice
makes me cave deep, deep into my heart...

In the abyss
That neither God nor fire did exist...

Where the loneliness of each star
is as vast as all the skies...

A plain canvas—or paint?
A white peacock, or a rainbow one...

Is it a wonder what I am in nothingness?
I wonder...

Stoning to death—
it’s all you do...

When you violate the innocence of your husband,
falsely accusing him...