On the edge,
you receive the onslaught...

Remember it not.
Oblivion...

Shredding begins.
One by one all the leaves fall, like disrobing...

He did not depart
or reached anywhere...

Celebrating the summer.
Planting a wet kiss on...

It is autumn
grapes are bleeding...

Holding the thread,
I catch you in midstream...

Dumbly you come
to the brink of a precipice...

Will pursue
the star killed by a limb...

After dispossession,
collecting the dolls...

Don’t let me go.
over the cork, a bottle...

Acid filters in the cords
scathing the greens...