I saw in you
all the phases of
the moon

felt each constellation
mapped by your
fingertips on
my spine

you were cosmic
and our love
was a meteor shower
above a sleeping Earth

a quiet threat
that only the stars
had the wisdom to see

I thought I lost the art
When I lost the paints
and my paint brushes
but I realised art was not only the paintings
Everything was art

I had a pen and a pencil
Which had words
They wanted to use to create a masterpiece

My pencil very sharp
Sharp to sharpen my life
And the ink of my pen marked the beauty my life resembles

A profound art was then found.

You said that you had given up on my love.

That is a ridiculous claim!

Nothing that isn't yours can be given up.

Winter melody
The melody that fuel me with energy
The energy that fills empty holes within

It is the melody composed by nature

The Melody of the whistling wind
Making trees to shake off their butts
moving left and right
following the rhythm
Leaves whipping as they hit the ground
Birds chirping
rejoicing for a beautiful day

It is an enchanting melody composed by nature

An event that breaks the "unbreakable"
It build hate,
Promotes mistrust
And result to separation

I am not chasing my dreams
because they are are getting older.

nothing feels right
I cried
I believe crying is one of the  ingredient of a remedy that cure pain