Rolling down, one after the other
they raced, escaping the…
A poem
Cut slice dice clinkThe bruises I suffer on my skinAre forever. They cross closeTo tell the tragic taleOf…
the wild abandonleaves bruisesblue rosessmiles crack like vaseson the floor of youth…
I do not write you downoftenout of spite.
A lifeless lake, in the middle of a busy city
I am calling myself, in the night of silence, where the moon has shown to shine…