Leave the wastes where they belong:
in the stores...

You would never be lost
if you find...

Not the evidence,
but the avoidance of...

Heart is now,
tick tack pulsating...

Snowflakes are pouring in
and drought is pouring out...

Each bow of silver bough
pulling to the water...

I watched how my faith faded right in front of me.
So, I turned loquacious...

Like a dancer
to her partner...

This is you this splendorous shine...

Thirsting for poetical moments I stretched...
but I found nothing...

Each feeling
is a fibre of universe...

Out of this world
you are...