Urn was carring the snow
unmelted...

Anxiety was touching the mime
I cannot hold a reality...

You were sitting on a honeycomb
I wanted a life...

Code of the veil was
darkening. You were searching for an...

I woke up clutching the dreams
in deluge of tears...

Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation...

It was your
integrity...

Name was more beautiful than the face.
It was charisma of night...

Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtelities...

Coming out of the cemetry,
Faith, does not tell you the truth...

Space has all the silent approval,
truth will not multiply...

I was not capable of
contradicting the quietness...