Others
Bridge us back to ourselves...

I dream of you
in jazz...

Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...

Is it, a struggle of a feather
to survive its yanking and flouting...

Nothing survives alone
if it is not particle of something else...

Snowflakes are pouring in
and darkness pouring out...

I love me above and more
than anything else in this world...

Life is nothing but alchemy,
to discover...

I was ready to share
all my soul with you...

Look
White doves...

We built our coffin from the planks of our habits.
We have no choice but to be obedient to our death...

A mirror stranger,
a parallel line in motion...