I remember my future
if I see my past in a different degree...

They scare us with death
until we are frightened of living...

Redeem your ability to learn
not by insisting on what you know...

They stole our liberty
though...

The man on wheelchair died.
His legs were amputated before his life...

He is so poor
He has nothing but honesty...

Omnipresence is weaved
when the threads of time entwine...

The bouquet of wild white flowers
that I tendered you...

O father where have your fever gone?
Where have your wisdom gone...

Fire is flaring
and moths are exchanging their wings...

Tick-tock, tick-tock she tiptoe walked
towards my door...

Edited
How life and death...