Typing doesn't bring you back
why?

Why
my
words
became
bland white spaces:
symbiotic thick black ink
evaporeted; symbols extinguished
by my horrid hope lost.
Hands are wings
of
hope.

Hope - I - too
can capture your smile
alive one-day.

Words drift
me - by myself
cadence
you - by yourself
alone
Each-one of us- a Poet
Intertwined
Please. . .
Embrace my love,
don't mix my mind!
Why do you hide behind your made-up chaos?
Fractals have a strange mystic impact
on chaotic pulse within
nlp beats & heart
growing
green-greeneeshee
greenee-shy Grin
songs of glasses
Tambourine.

Whipped white cream
in the year of a woolen lambs -
and I am not marry.
Yet,
I stand like an Isle
unyielding, connected to my
stubborn roots.

Dignified is the highest
peak of a mountain.
Riding the clouds up there, you should see me
screaming, my love to You whirled away. . .

Barren land, wiped by the wild winds.
rattling raindrops, ruby tears.
Are you just an illusion?
Are you a dream to be:
Purple bushes breath.
Red bushes breathe.
Unroot them! Not!
Vine of my heart gone.

Tiny book in my palms -
pages, passages
of love found
as a promise,
My soul is moved.

Picturesque poetry,
miniature
beauty.
The World
loved again.
sea, pisces, sand
**Peaceful, Safe land.