All of me is there
reflected in the river...

We are still here but
no one ever outlasts...

Silver bullet kills
the wolf in us, silver moon...

Wolves disguise as lambs,
though still slaughter lambs like wolves...

Chasing herself as
fast as running from herself...

Now is what fastens
past and prospects together...

Get acquainted to
her unsightliness for she...

Two effulgent lips,
two effusing silhouettes...

Love, is horizon,
always there. Life, is a road...

Colours dazzle in
the daylight but light dazzles...

Speechless is the word.
Poetry is too loud...

Each figure is silence
shrivelled...