Dreams of a great Oak
Emerged from an...
I've plucked petals
in midst of tragedy...
Roses are red violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and so are you...
He woke me up in the morning,
cutting his hand on the broken glass...
This boat, father,
this boat is drowning slowly...
It ignored me
carried on with its own monotonous existence...
October 9, 2010
1:17am...
A thorny red rose
juxtaposes love and pain...
When you knock at the door
make sure your hand is not heavy...
An athlete from down under
May not have heard the thunder...
The elixir runs dry
slowly and creeping...
Thirty-One Days
Innocent...