The languid opportunity, Of Wishes Is to salt the circle, And protect the Majority From want, Of less than Miracle.
And the Memory was Marred.
Wrought remembrance in thunder, Disfigures that face Their face, Their words Ringing without sound, Revising the monotone memories That keep, […]
Return the Realization.
When you pruned the axioms, That I cared for The returning of before that, Realization Was all I could Wish […]
Are you listening?
With a beat inside a rhythm, In the stillness of the stark Without everyone erupting, A Music that is sleeping […]
Her Moss.
An invalidating weed has asked her moss, Who tells the opportunities away To weed the growth to a cave, And […]
A Loving Grief.
Love from who is lost, To build a nest Inside of me, To make my love expand And take the […]
“Help Me”, and no answer came.
The visual words gurgled, Apart from the desperation for A husband, a wife, a lover, For the unpursued from the […]
Made of the Mirror.
A welcome phase has wavered One in which I knew The person from The mirror But only one Is true. […]
On Streets that Clean the Rain.
Ask me of the type, That destroys the other But polices a ban, Of saying how The martyrs here, Will […]
Bystander.
What have I done, As a wonder As a prickly ponder, Does not subside. But what it is, That has […]
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