Like war of words.
A fierce battle of winds...

The rocks in water
like words, between...

The mess you made, was
apocalyptic...

As I come, for molarity
without molars...

Be tender, with me-
in midstream...

Burning rocks had
a near miss. The...

It returns to haunt,
the dilemma, of disowning...

In the humid night
there was a circularity...

A fugitive moon
appeared, after the blaze of the sun...

Pushed aside and
sequestered, like a...

The moon titled her head
and went inarticulate...

This was a shock treatment.
Becoming friends...