In the rainbow boxes of preference,
they each are...

For the nurses they are old lesions
but for the patients...

Whatever starts must
also end. Whatever ends...

Who is vandalizing this bench
in the garden of my thoughts, my heartfelt words...

Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...

Thus, whispered an hourglass in my ears:
No rock would ever survive the onslaught of time...

My father's anniversary:
((there was a swan pond in our way to the hospital...

You looked at my skin and said:
you are not bleeding enough...

One was imploring
for forgiveness for the crime...

Tell me why flowers
do not last...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

To P&Q
She said that I was too sad, too damaged...