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

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

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

Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...

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

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

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

Whatever starts must
also end. Whatever ends...

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

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

Tell me why flowers
do not last...

One was imploring
for forgiveness for the crime...