crowds of crows
cover the sky...

Down, i look. You turn to see me, so slowlY
Every now and then, i turn to see you toO...

God
We are the lampposts in the streets...

as per the radar in my eyes
i’ll wear a rain coat and rainy boots...

When you are not near,
I miss you as much as I miss the clouds on a...

Today, I'll write just to write like I often do
with my eyes close and my fingers on the keyboard...

Come, meet me at the door;
there's a small lamp - a chandelier...

i don’t know, I wish I knew
but i don’t know...

Everlasting ( F P C D )
9:51 am on Mar 3, 2015...

It's not a day or a night that I would like,
Or an afternoon or a midnight that I would prefer...

Freedom is like writing sonnets
without having restrains...

Poetry is like love and life, and time, and death
and what not...