O my love,
where do you walk towards...

He flies
his tattered kite...

Nicolas heard a sad tune
inviting him towards itself...

My shadow is like a friend,
which clings itself to my existence...

Enveloped in the shadows of barriers,
my conscience searches for freedom...

What if poetry was a purple sponge-
the asset of the royal...

A piercing silence
tears the tranquil of life and...

An Angel of bliss
was born today...

Counting the syllables of friendship,
my heart realizes the non-existence of rengays in...

Little birds whisper
God's pleasant note for today...