Sunday, September 16, 2012



Where poetry became path
Diversity dictates that no trace
And I know how much I lose each space
Without even the light that still meets
The enjoyment is showing under the mask
And it is not seen even a trace
How much already and could undo,
Love had become foolish legend,
I stress with my verses direction
The tilting moment lived
Nothing remains woefully,
And try to disguise a fake smile,
My step toward as if undecided
Transcends the mere would crack.


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