Recognize your own
beauty, by averring the...

When have you stopped
searching for others in you...

This is
the Saba’s* weft of waft...

The morning sighs in softest hue—
the sky has saved its gold for you...

If loneliness were a flower,
it would be the most blossomed bloom in the...

The world without fences, and walls.
The world without division...

Fragrances are the decalcomania of elegant flowers...
Butterflies are the flowers decalcomania in...

The rain is gone.
The trains are gone...

When the wind
at its hasty ingress...

Leave the wastes where they belong:
in the stores...

We’ve been devoured
therefor we are devouring machines...

I feel like fatigue and somnolence are drifting me...
but I know I shall not succumb to this lethargy...