Being innocent
is the most punishable...

O honesty
the all mighty God...

When you stroke the harps of these feelings
you do not know your fingers...

Soon your beauty is going to be over:
your prime...

I cannot live without you
without you by my side, in my heart...

The blankness of canvases and silence of papers
pouring over horizons...

You turned my wild wings to a homing pigeon
I was baptized in your nectar...

From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

The respite is shortening
like my hair in the barber shop...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

The timbre of a crying dog burning in the...
unpleasant like unknown...

~~Last year~edited~ for Robbin ~~
No more alone, no more me...