This was my book of pain
with no ending...

The snarled monogamy
needs a firework...

Dying daily
without touching you...

This shapeless fear
gives birth to cosmic vibrations...

Alone with an untouched,
untainted voice in me...

Don't pick smoked
words. Drink milk of moon...

Beyond dreams,
a wise lake, watching my absurdity...

I had met the flower
after a longtime...

Dying red leaves were
ready for a blitzkrieg. The spectre...

It is raining.
The water colors...

The knife peels off
the silence...

Peace at stake,
it worked...