night
immense
voice of cricket hesitant in the
distant constellations
crescent moon appears to be
hidden in the wild mist
cold soul
a question mark always bend itself
facing every disaster
a few assumptions for the answer that
have never uttered
a silent sound in the form of
an unprecedented idea through life
keep in mind
the story is not one’s own
morning
from dreams back to nightmares
I am opposite myself
trampled on the footprint of the wind
the extreme loneliness of the current moments
physical distance
abstract spacing and
the hidden numbers
create unlimited limits
precipitation and time milestones are
falling on periodic pain
autumn
rain
and
the non waiting moments
have come
step through autumn on the day
the sun withered
they marched through the planet
dragging the gap between life and death
the enchanted gap
between those
with the same
enemy
29/04/20
