We live together though
we die separately...

We sculpt our idols on our own
from the stone we carve and chisel...

What am I to do when the gladiolus cannot stretch...
this vase of loneliness anymore...

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Maybe only music could rescue me in this heart...

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Just a morning dew can wrap its arm around an...

The anniversary of my fathers departure
Now...

Blankness of canvases and silence of guitars
are pouring over horizons...

Do not leave your Aphrodite in marble uncarved and...
do not be afraid of the chisels of truth...

Whenever we learn that our past
is not just limited to our memories...

How imprisoning
our liberty seems when we've...

Nothing makes me happier than
seeing good in people eyes...

Could whenever you are ready
give me a hug...