She found her true face
a mask amongst so many...

She put on a mask
realizing her old self...

-“You have deflowered all the blooms in the...
You deserve to be dead...

In the dusk
on the pivoting toes of...

Life was fairytale
prior to my father’s death...

Dark hair
white teeth...

The mediocre truth:
There is no truth but...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l...

Pure intents are free
From any uncertainty...

The bosoms of swollen meadows
drizzles...

It is not about the lines
it is about the capacity of silence...

Sometimes poetry bursts~~~~~~~Very often bubbles...
the bubbles of silence,~~~~~~~~~in the silence of...