I wish you well wherever you go
Forget about my tears of appreciation...

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early morning rain...

Each mirth and grief of drifting clouds
frigid days and lightless nights shrouds...

When the pain of loneliness
and a drunken tongue collide...

Be not afraid of this thief named death
whence came such intruder not one dared...

.
when the night falls...

Devoid of light, among the graves,
I see her rise over the looming shadows...

It was three o'clock on a low-key afternoon
of a windless winter day, the serene sun had...

[Twenty twelve at two o'clock in the morning]
December has come, yet again...

She came to me
like an apparition; white hot, clad in a wreath of...

I loved you I treasured you
Never had I thought us parting...

I am the dot that ends all my written worries,
doubts and insecurities, in the palm of my diary...