If you breathe beneath my roots
I may lose a fruit off my branches...

To float with my bruises
like lanterns in the starry night...

..And then the walls crumbled down to the floor,
but I saw no priest, not one savior on my door...

Never seen beauty as such that
I catch flowing with the fragrance of...

Dear You
My emotions fell like arid sheets...

My mind; a highway
bearing hosts of arrivals...

After you
I became creative...

You plunge me into storms
that I cannot weather...

Do not read between my lines-
no more...

I was carried away
with a flush of emotions...

Deep Inside
I'm the lost path of all wanderers...

Numb, I last still, standing above
inflamed prints that your steps...