Tears flow, they drown my eyes;
the worst of them all: silent cries...
Oh poetry, my old friend
It seems as if...
These days, I use this place as my bolt hole. Down...
This is a sad story about a rose and a dove
One day when flying over he couldn't help but fall...
Reaching through reflective pools
To save a soul from sin...
When you hear, dead of night
the banging of a metal bar...
Have you ever stood all alone
In the presence of hate...
I will not be afraid
of closing the binding...
a heart..
is occupied with a vacancy...
long ago-
when pen started dancing...
Raindrops descend,
ruthlessly pounding...
Forgive me
If I am only holding space for myself...