How lonely is our
togetherness in compare...

The space is as the result of
our disunion...

How many worms have you cooped up
in the beaks of your wide kisses...

You don't know the sleuth
you must've hidden your wrongs from...

Just through the cadence
of withering these flowers...

How come is your absence more present than your...
How come world is suddenly this empty...

This very moment
is everything we have for...

It isn’t the same, the
house of today, but I still...

It is everywhere
though we must dig deep inside...

Without contrast there
is no vision. Darkness is...

Beauty is the attribute of harmony and colours,
justness of the portions and equality...

The irony in the life’s enthusiasm
is the cocoon of caterpillars’ transmutation...