If I ask
the colour of your eyes...

We argue to learn.
Owing to our argument...

Breaking from them to
find who I was, seeing there...

Each figure is silence
shrivelled...

Speechless is the word.
Poetry is too loud...

Left the cage ajar
to free her but she returned...

How his jolly heart dashed
into the barbwire fence of...

Stretching our branches to prospect
spreads our roots in the pasts...

_Why clarity reflect us perfectly?
_ Because we are picture perfect...

In the darkness, people are more sincere
Because they are their own vicious being...

You break the taboos of words, one by one.
You crack the shell of your body, your shape...

I am the fire!
Thus...