Smiles shine upon a midnight moon
hushing lullabies with a gentle kiss...

Plucked violently,
such as strings...

She closed the doors in August,
same time as my...

Conversation died
the day her whispers vanished...

In the darkest dreams of night
beholds a symbolism in truth...

Petals
adorn the path...

There wasn't enough time
to tell you the titles of...

If a day comes when I can't speak,
and the fingers simply refuse to write...

Such a soul as mine
was shaped beyond...

The cloud is blackened,
night; a pitch fork sting...

I can't stop my pen from writing
about you, and your unstoppable...

Hearing the echos
along the corridor...