Why do I harbour time? I wish it all be mine.
I don't like using it, rather freedom permit.
I try to keep it close, always away it goes.
Not naming where I know, subconsciously I chose.

shatter your heart first
so it won’t be broken

trade your soul first
so it won’t get stolen

take your life first
so it won’t get ruined

Perched between
two worlds,
Free bird on the
barbed wire sings—
Prison walls echo,
Freedom whispers
through the breeze,
Yet the sting of steel
remains.

Pure white whispers fall,
soft embrace on black branches—
Winter's breath lingers.

Enormous oak stands,
silent witness to the peaks,
shadows blend with light.

Between two giants,
snow and silence weave their song,
timeless, cold, serene.

Would you still love me if the night spoke my sin,

if the ash of my mistake clung to our bodies,

if the wind carried whispers of my guilt

and our skin bore the scent of shattered stars—

would your hands still gather me from the void?