On ephemerals,
I snooze while two butterflies...

Surviving the day
the new blossom is ought to...

Have I ever been
a D free like...

I am in awe of the translation of your eyes
from forgotten languages of dreams...

I am a vivacious woman,
side by side of being a...

I forgive you,
but not the injustice, in you...

It seems all these strangers know me.
Maybe this is only a dream...

There is a void inside me because
I want to be more than me...

Sometimes an embrace
is cozier...

Beauty shines
in the crystals of your eyes...

I did a bad thing
I thought I covered it right...

God is quiescent.
To sound there must be two things...