The dawns of towns are
empowered by the shadows...

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

Tranquillity
is to recognise...

We shut our doors close,
keep checking if they are locked...

I did not know that with colours you could sketch...

The reason we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...

Yet eager for more
noticing in the mirror...

No acceleration in the falling speed
of a feather oscillating...

The puddle always individuates itself against the...
even the rain constantly increases the puddle...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

liberty is not a hymn or an anthem,
a slogan...

Crescent is your laughter
the slit of illumination...