The morning dew of your feelings,
the lucidness...

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

how pretty you are in the vanity mirror
is how the mirror...

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

Hardcore feminism
in all aspects...

A swan cannot be alone.
A lonely swan is only a question mark...

Winning and losing
are mirroring flecks on the...

In the beloved
eyes Just beauty lasts. Flesh is...

Out of this world
you are...

The golden farms are
collective consciousness of...

No one is behind these closed doors.
There are no birthday parties...

The lilting whisper of the sea and darkness,
the sand...