She always voices
the truth in light to anoint...

Fleeing from herself,
the teeny timepiece kitty...

Thus said the hero,
"I invite you all to fire...

There are poetries
unwritten in either sides...

It is your lesion
that I'm bleeding. It is your...

Where are the skies torn
I long to be dazzled by...

Horizon is the
conundrum of terminus...

It shines in your eyes
before it is dulled with what...

He declaimed so loud
yet silence, was amplified...

Endlessly looking
in the things that tend to end...

Stretching our branches to prospect
spreads our roots in the pasts...

"Why is the fading flower so sad?"
-Asked the tearful child...