Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

Worshipping in everywhere in a rose leaf
or in a celebration of the day in a drop of water...

The true love is when
one love something for itself...

She found her true face
a mask amongst so many...

She put on a mask
realizing her old self...

-“You have deflowered all the blooms in the...
You deserve to be dead...

In the dusk
on the pivoting toes of...

Life was fairytale
prior to my father’s death...

Dark hair
white teeth...

When we reach the summit
of any genre of truth...

Actually
it was in the apple of your eyes...

If I have been in your town
for some times...