Time flies
On its crystal lines...
By night's moonlight I see your beauty so,
A treasured sight like many setting suns...
I don’t want to write a story
That has a happy ending...
A moment arrived
reflecting on emptiness...
When you had the chance
To fly...
A cluster of engraved birches
personifies a love of old...
Wine of love upon your lips
when infuses...
What do you call a heartbreak
That feels like your heart ain't there anymore...
The season of love
has come once again...
They say actions speak louder than words,
So you obviously don’t want to be heard...
I can't put my finger on it ...
A need...
An equivocal curiosity-
titillates a euphoric sensation...