You tie a
sacred thread to...

Almost reached.
Your tongue slips...

Do not count.
Do not return my poems...

The bird of prey
had the dignity. With...

Moon crazed fonts
starting a genocide of words...

Absolutely zilch.
Sometimes you feel...

I will come and meet
you in absence of past...

The decay has?
killed the dream songs...

Faith bluffs?
you. Makes you deaf...

It will come back to you
again and again? the thought...

Falling in green love
with yourself...

A complex question?
it was. Why your...