As the sun and their quarrel submerges,
Man and woman go on their separate ways...
A budding poet
Learning to express...
A tornado came and took her away,
Lifted her high above the clouds...
Blowing the figures
in the figureless boulders...
Loneliness is a
distance that could never be...
On the first of November, you
asked if I believed in God anymore...
Trigger warning: eating disorder...
The waltz of beauty
and the recognition of...
your cheeks pinken like cherry-blossoms coming to,
on a warm spring morning, on this crisp april...
When the nights are black
And the shadows beckon...
your tongue is the lands where
i harvest sugarcanes and dates...
Your winter gust is a firestorm
that burns the chambers of my heart...