Blood are tender,
though the fangs of thorns are made of stainless...

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

Look
how inflated I am...

Our expanding
only circles to reflect in the given radius...

London
caressing the bruised pelt of a perpetual wisdom...

The timbre of a crying dog burning in the...
unsettling like unknown...

You burned me with this winter in your heart
I am truly being burned...

I have seen you in darkness
like a moth that was going towards the fire...

Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...

A fruit basket in a still-life
forever...

We are born,
to live for a while...

Heaven is gushing out of the firmament,
radiances are raining from skies...