After scribbling on love
and longings—
there, I found
My learning,
My belonging
From burning coal
to burning souls...
We named cooperation—
as dependency.
Where is the win?
What was that urgency?
A heart is glass
It will break—
In this give and take.
People celebrate
the falling snow—
They never notice
the melting glow.
I have bled my fingers—
Strumming this song
of life...
Cutting edges with a knife,
Paper shaped
into different
existence.
Perhaps the circle—
is the time.