It is so hard to stay afloat in a world that just wants to drown you.
Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door
Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die
There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach
Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.
...I fell asleep and had a dream that a king was liquidated by a group of kind faces...
Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
To write good poems is the secret of brevity.
She leaves my side and heads deeper into
a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.
All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.