I'm afraid that I can't
write love poems...

Stop reading
my most inner thoughts...

And once I saw,
that my paper did not...

We allowed for our wishes to soar
like flying a kite, just without cord...

I don't mean to slaughter,
but to pass; definitely a bit...

Sometimes
I get carried away...

There are those rare moments in life,
when I become aware of the caducity...

Sitting in the train
on the first evening...

Ocean of fir trees
nictating small ice crystals...

I do not miss you anymore,
but please tell me...

In the end the sky was
an enigma to myself...

Right now I need one of those writes,
that tell about the in between...