To every
single thing
that comes
in my stride.
...
Just me and
The criminal winds.
Sweeping barricades
In crepuscular peace.
...
If you can see sanguinity
When the pages are rinsed in ink,
When happiness is replaced with bereavement,
When the world hollers in reverberating pangs,
...
That night, my eyes were immersed in sea,
My legs were sprained in a pool of blood,
Albeit my wishing to be anew and free
And refresh myself in elixir flood.
...
On a starry night as I watch the moon unfold,
And the stars wake up from slumber deep,
I wonder whether such sights were oft for me to behold,
But such bliss and tranquility is hard to keep.
...