Just being a drop for you,
is enough...

She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...

An unbitten apple
is the apple that is dined by its own worms...

So deep in my ears
there is a song...

Our expanding
only circles to reflect in the given radius...

I am
a pendulum...

Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...

If you crucify him again,
what will be your excuse...

All these roads are the resultants
of the lashings...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

Aha!
So this is the mediocre’s law...

Beauty is the trait
of soul and the flower is...