uncrushed snow
my heart
I'll wait for you

in lost cities
I left
my clothes

being a latch
to your undergarments
great dream

see skeleton
dream away
I 'll wait

yesterday goes
the moment books
how tells

water flows
who knows
why blurred

which door
no bell
becomes clear

last train
empty dream
same stories

Last birds
Migration time
My desolate trees

waits pages
hands pencils
will stick around

extinguish the sun
full sequence
shortened shadows

libra sensitivity
in some hearts
balance is not impaired

seedlings must have
in the desert
we have hope

only witness was moonlight
fishes in the lake
lie branches of the tree

cloud shadows
not permanent
like loved ones

which road
difficult to choose
the heart or mind

forest quiet
who is coming
like death

like lasso
love always
until you connect

after loosening
wild horses
until calm down

to the air smelling
the noise of the fox
law of the jungle

misty day
what hides
blind review

howling deep
the surface calm
sudden storms

every finish
different mean
like death

cowardly shadows in the streets
triggers loneliness
whereas eyes are  asleep

my calendar is free
I sail in vast water
you are in deep sleep
when the time comes
you will understand
sleeping is half dead

who kept you falling
what  you do not remember now

why will not the trail from yesterday
when will they realize
are they waiting for unknown

half-life
will regrets end

beyond belief dreams
so,away facts
single-lane roads
human cramped lived

between real and surreal

there was fog always
hidden in the blind spot
half lifes

yesterday road/ with misty face
was very quiet/ what was it hiding
we asked but   / it didn't say anything

every half is hurts said finally

and human knows
where is pain
walking with stealthy steps

days birings stacks
can not carry the load
the final curtain unbearable
how much power

when you gonna draw a picture of
half remains
even paint not end

which bridge can not pass
do you know
the road you dont want to   go
visible a day to you
hardest:
the trash comes into your life
realize that you are too late

a chameleon changed color
the danger is as great as
the day was clear

the final step identified
harmony saved the lives of

too many stories
poems too
ours is stuck in a place

we can not see clear

hazy our love

he past a desert
his eyes is dry
resentmet from autumn
his thirst from the scorching summer

he had a nightmare
hevce the his insomnia
his fears from childhood
income stagnation from hias heart

he was very different


large damage

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however,every human being takes own guard

but life works in our space

he passed the desert
distant gaze dry
bad blood from autumn
thirst from the scorching summer

he seen a nightmare
therefore his insomnia
his fears since-childhood
his  recession comes from own within

he was haul
unbearable fatigue of the body
from the wild waves

hoarseness of voice from shouting
he dressed in black
the intesity of grief on his face
weeping eyes
slience from the pain of his heart

you should ask the people the a tight punch
real awakening
walking on a narrow path to people
goat's stubbornness
in fact,it is difficult to endure
but road map
draw is not a problem but perform
headache

Love grow like a fire,spiral earth
if want hearts

we will fly happy like a bird
if love in hearts

if we know

my eyes watch

arrangement here is such
how to work when the wind,you can not know
only  not skidproof your hair
shatteres your dreams
you don't stop

my heart watch

open wounds here
both very deep
unutterable pain
of torture

my life watch

time flows here
as the river quickly
you are probably in the last moents
you know the truth

H ey You!
walking on the road the man
where are your steps taken
unaware
life is dead-end street
understand
before it is too late

Hey Y ou!
lonely man
you can not do
without thinking about she
your error is very big
love is not one-sided
there is no hope
without finding a response

Hey You!
tired man
never stop walking
life ends
the moment you stop

bought an picture
'Past Tracks'name
maybe wrong
his past has no

he took it a past for own

I'm not asking you
the stars are so far away
to be untouchable
I never thought of it

there's a reason always,honestly

1
strong winds
forces the doors
threat is disappears
when spring comes
2
storms today
breaks the branches
when the fog lifts
weather starts fine
3
sometimes the world cries
scenario varies
comedy begins
smiling faces

(hope our hearts connected/a day expected is comes)

High
Ordinary
Place
Every

hold out your hand

for you prepare
hope
not far so nearly
in the light
less then arises
sun
everyone that
knows

humanity or wildness
there are two ways
blood ******* vampires
unfortunately,they are among us

this is scary scenes
however,with love is disappear

I doesn't want a reward
the height of the mountains are seen with the naked eye

there is one thing for sure
however,old wine is quality

empty streets
a cat is loneliness
waiting dark
cornerstone hazards
steps on the alert
refuge behind a dumpster

how long  will it take our fears

how very true
you know
write things on the water
maybe our fate can not be permanent

how very true
you are idintified
put out every fire
whereas sometimes  burning is desirable

how very true
you choose
stay airless
without knowing what life is

how very true
you ask
without soil
be live

everyone according to his own heart
a hunt selects but
every hunting to a hunter
goes  with his own feet,to be for prey

sometimes the hunter loves her prey
at the last moment give up,its life donations
a secret deal has been made
nobody doesn't understand hunting adventure

hunt and hunter plays this game

I am looking at ships alone