Selene, the goddess of
the moon, promises...

Water has its own mind.
Becomes a rival...

You were born with
a golden tongue...

Living between the deaths
as a witness...

Spreading marigold
dust at the feet of uncovered...

How much was space
between you and me in...

Between the tears falls the non-vision.
I am scared...

I am asking
who is calling the shots...

A futile attempt to go
for a collection spree...

You will say what you
did not want to say, about...

Tonight a dark force enters my room
I will play with planets to decide...

It went through me
the hot day...