If...
Cupids...

A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...

Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...

I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...

born from serenity
a melody...

We cannot choose the path that lies ahead,
for every step a new step starts to form...

Snowflakes fall from clouds
where they gently kiss the earth...

It's been so long since
we said farewell...

Beyond the rusty thorns of barbed wire
the ink from my pen flows with tears and sadness...

Day
and night...