With dolls on your side
of a troubled life; you...

Give me a home for sparrows.
An outcry was rising...

Identity ravaged in snow dust;
now I am writing my name...

Thinking was seeing through the time,
was a lone journey from...

The wind writes a name on the clouds
and sun wipes out the letters...

I am talking to me
in a muffled tone...

Yawning of dawn.
I scribble a note for night...

No thought was enough
from a stunning fall...

Press the panic -
button...

There was an unease in the flock
of lovebirds. The lynx was on...

There was a soul-searching
after a negative assassination...

I was not capable of
contradicting the quietness...