To my bloom:
I would love to dip my nose forever in your petals...

Every light turns to darkness,
every sound to silence...

We keep on going
for we are not really...

To be here,
To listen...

On the cash you say
"In God we trust" though the cash...

If I ask you what the colour of your eyes is
you would say blue...

In the dusk
on the pivoting toes of...

Have you ever drunk from the goblet of yourself?
Have you ever distinguished...

Mirrors shy away when I look at me
I think in me one could never...

There's the cage of those
who lack reason, and those who're...

I and my odes
are never alone...

The moon is yet full
even when just half or non...