For the nurses they are old lesions
but for the patients...

Before the game of gamble, starts
it is already paid for...

Who is vandalizing this bench
in the garden of my thoughts, my heartfelt words...

Thus, whispered an hourglass in my ears:
No rock would ever survive the onslaught of time...

In the rainbow boxes of preference,
they each are...

My father's anniversary:
((there was a swan pond in our way to the hospital...

Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...

Tell me why flowers
do not last...

One was imploring
for forgiveness for the crime...

You looked at my skin and said:
you are not bleeding enough...

To P&Q
She said that I was too sad, too damaged...

While he asked mercy
for his wrong deeds, they hung him...