You will find one day,
water footprints, when...

It returns to haunt,
the dilemma, of disowning...

There was no space between
the bonsai...

Find an auspice today.
The moon was coming back...

The dew on your -
lashes. Did the moon kiss...

No one owned the tears,
a tale of frozen pain...

The power of the
face of a diamond, sedates...

For the dream slaves
the incense has become a moon...

They manipulated the words
to cross the corridors of essence...

Nevermore you will talk
of the forked tongue...

How much you were honest
with you...

You play bloody words
I am discovering myself...