Playing a foghorn
for self-esteem...

Let there be dark
in your life...

Night begins
the self-discovery...

Begins to reel,
the dusk...

The clouds hang on the strings.
I cannot dry my eyes...

Cessation had no direct threats.
You had stopped thinking...

How will you be defining
a war, when you...

Intercepting the random
poems, pick not...

A textual study
of pain and bliss...

Whoso stills the
thunder, it was difficult...

Butchers were in panic.
The bulls are coming...

He used to dream
of date palms, covering...