BUT A GLIMPSE OF THE SOUL
INTACT
THE FUSION
OF ALL WINES,
GODS

And tonight:
All i wanted from a book:
To hear a familiar voice.
A friend!

A girl with a rainbow boot
Comes stealthily to my garden.
I only know,
She is there,
When I see flowers

Does?
Little ***** Guy?
Has sense of aesthetics?

I love to look at you
Beautiful flower
I like your color
And the soft touch of your petals
But oh
You are an illusion
Beauty I create with my own eyes.

My mother is a story teller
She likes it sensual in the hands of a mistress
She likes it creepy on a scary coastline
She likes it bright on a sunny morning
She likes it beautiful on the petals of a flower

My mother nature tells stories
Some soothing
Some hard to comprehend
And all in all
I love her.

I go every night in the window to look at it.
Little bud that grows each day.
Today it looked white like silk.
Jasmine is expected to bloom.
I can not wait the day to see

The texture of their love,
More and more looked like circles on water to me.
Presuming it was there,
As soon as i touched it,
It disappeared

I had a dream yesterday.
There was a fire at school.
The people looked at it indifferently
And were swept by the flames
The tables and chairs…
I could see them running away.