Fresh and clean
to smell and feel...

Red train rested at Rotterdam station
Over the border to meet a friend...

.
there need not be iron bars...

Cease turning my green to grey
with wilful acts of nature...

When your winter breaks into spring
think of new and wonderful things...

sitting here staring at that blinkin' cursor
having nothing other than that buzzing...

Is it not a foe who taunts —
that in itself could be borne...

.
sunrise unveiled a promise of treasure...

How have you inked
this palpitant heart...

There is darkness in the...
that filters from the sun of a...

Where it not for one to play buffoon
or to say of none we're way too soon...

enough of you
and all of me...