days of stress
even the psyche moans
of the existence of nightmares
within the soul
...
i heard
the whisper of the thunder
and in silenced my dreams
shouted a deafening murmur
...
there are stars above
i used to love them
yet now they seem not bright
they are not the stars back home
...
when you love someone
you should also care
for it is not love
if you do not care
...
day is hot
sittng on my swivel chair
trying to chase
wild ideas
...
i tried and tried
to deceive the beatings of my heart
only to find out
i really cannot...
...
teach me not
of hatred.my heart
cries for love true and pure
teach, me not of wars
...
your sweetness remains hidden
through your muted silence
the warmth of your embrace
locked in the coldness of your dreams
...