For unwashed beliefs,
and semi -truths, someone wins...

You refuse to grow in a grim challenge.
Already the witch-hunt has started...

Without a collateral black magic,
nobody wants to start a currency...

A solitary moon rises
behind the seven veils...

Aggravated
injury, after a man tries...

It was a lingering goodbye
for anchor moon...

The invisible
throws a visible image...

The visible was most
invisible...

Uncovering your breasts
and waist...

The rocks in water
like words, between...

It was the centre of inferno,
where we met...

It was a failed attempt
to employ the eternity...