I will pick up the dust in
a swift scoop-from where...

Your frozen words float
like flakes...

You were born with
a golden tongue...

Searching in your
rainbow eyes...

Nothing to think for,
at this moment. Faceless fears...

Not scared by stings
I will carry you in river to...

For image breaking
I exile myself...

Cause of things?
finding in myself in solitary...

Yearning to reach you
like out of body experience...

The moment of truth
for a flower seller...

Fear is on rise.
How long would you live with that...

Nudging the contempt,
he wanted to become...