Even though you are not here, I can still feel you...
Villages echo with your presence. I feel your...

Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...

I just heard the bang, and in minutes, it tumbled...
It flipped-flopped rocks over dust. Head first...

Oh Texas! Oh Texas! Being reckless, I see
It’s all for a freedom that does not exists...

And if by chance,
you thought I was that breeze...

On a tempestuous day, a girl with brownish hair
spoke to her dearest nature friend...

Change.
Does Change itself ever changes...

Words, they are just letters,
and letters are just points...

Tears were blooming like roses,
Born from the roots of pain...

"No more.
I won't let this conversation...

O rain, O rain, who ever often greets my days,
And in my garden, showers joy upon my flowers...

Oh moon, full with pride,
Strolling through the sky at night...