Once as I was a little shrub swaying happily right...
surrounded by a warm breeze, my mother and my...

Sometimes the rusty in the made of gold
Is often dusty and newly old...

Have you ever, dear unreader, felt in your old...
that you are the only one colored and all others...

Everyday, I wake up and fail, however, I pass...
picturing life a wise mother raising strictly her...

Forgive me though I shall decide
the moment of my suicide...

Told them I, I am the bye
The honest word of a lie...

How paralyzed is you love
At the sill of my door...

" Living is not my solution
Dying is not my rest &quot...

The time you are, crossing the sky
Peering down or gazing high...

Your majesty covers the feathers of death
Beneath the wings of your corpse...

" To the bearers of
the cancer of love...

I will die in a boring day, where people are bored...
when sun raises late and the rains cease not the...