Happily laying my head to rest
On my pillow, only the best...
Your voice was like the autumn wind,
warm and soft – soft enough to melt into tears...
The other day I asked a question..
One I didn't expect an answer for...
I was never yours keep
The wind is not something you can own...
Pieces of me
fall to the floor...
No later than the clock could tick a new hour,
I hid near dusty shelves...
It is through you, my beloved, poetry
that I have found a universe...
If you think I will wait for you here
beneath this rain-soaked parasol...
Alice broke the looking glass
In half with her small fists...
Silent voices echo
in the corridors...
The flag is blown softly by the wind
Upon this cold, shadowy night...
Only kids feel the suffocation,
adults are already suffocated...