I am
as old as...

The torn hearts of
those who fight for right is why...

Time is the throb of
our questions in the silence...

He wished to tell though
he chose silence instead so...

Trackers never track
until the tracking happens...

Blowing the figures
in the figureless boulders...

In my loneliness
I have learned I am never...

My laceration
and your thorns are what the red...

For the frugal hearts
love is the most bankrupting...

Two white doves are making love
like for ever...

I can not live without you
without you by my side, in my heart...

She won't fly away
butterfly of evenness...