Seeking a path through
the field of sadness...

In such an eerie evening, you have
once left me standing alone...

Like a fair gesture,
that arouses to declare the...

You are a complex of irregular emotions
trying to define yourself...

They, on chairs;
say the road seems narrow...

I was planning to plant
you a garden, to plant...

I am stripped from each
inch of sanity, tripping from...

A tiny creature
unknown to this world...

Your love
tore my poetry...

Your face burns, in stillness,
outside my winter lane...

It rains and thunders
like roars and fires...

I looked for it
behind the curtain...