Such voluptuous prime
in the lusts of melons...

Heaven is pouring and gushing out of the...
radiances are raining from skies...

Could you for wile cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...

In that café, I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...

Each figure is a silence
shrivelled...

For the sake of silence,
we have to distance ourselves...

Being a gender is too tight
a dungeon...

If there is a promise to make
it is to the truth...

Lets conspire with this pavement
against our distances...

If you are truthful
you are everyone...

So, in the depthless world
you might no longer be beautiful...

Love is in the eyes of beholder.
Love is...