Shall I shred my aches
into skin rags to survive...

I'm not little,
and I'm not pride...

I'm dissolving into powder,
the more I'm crushed...

As I surrender to the chains
weighing down my eyelids...

Humans;
If religion is of naked deeds...

I have only known
what bitter tastes like...

A tiny creature
unknown to this world...

A fragile cry chanted,
of far-off dreams...

A month ago,
he flew off...

Healer
My betrayed joy; saved...

The poem two hundred eighty
but the first, to pen down your sunlight...

Have I embraced all
the flaws that perfectly...