Don't tip me over -
I am your feather...

The italicized clock
raises an arrow...

I trace on the poignant window
the echo that you left in my heart...

Too many decades, becoming
captive to ourselves...

I never knew why I was here,
in this dimension...

He is peaceful with her heart-
believing without exception...

Inject in me a set of false memories,
I don't mind becoming a dream...

Your words sting
and emancipate white winters...

Restless wealds quiver;
Unresponsive to the...

"You will be, the only one."
His voice never faltered, never cracked...

Earlier, I bathed my spirit
in sunshine that was never earned...

Her dream was flushed into mistletoe's grave,
boundless to stop her, yet tugged around the waist...