Where do the clouds kiss the hills? When does dusk kiss the dawn? It's the point of the deals The point where they fawn Gently, slowly, the plant buds Morning,...
We live in space, below space With no warmth nor cold, just faces Loose and falling with no braces With so much impacts to brace Empty and hollow is our...
Short droplets in motion I see Traversing the space of the seer Truncated by gasps of air So tiny it bruised my hair Perched on the wet clouds Bonded lips...