Would you go to death —
invited,
or uninvited?

Send away moons and rainbows,
bypassing,
conveying the energy.

I spin in space —
and love.

Wrapped in a breath,
sparkling without chasing,
floating in research.

Trembling,
I open up —
set among ruins and flowers.

That which constantly flows
in the unexpected
quickly tires —
more unbearable
than the uniformity
of the exceptional.

Starting with pride,
falling into notoriety.

And where do you find yourself
the calmest?

Forest.
Rain.
Music.

Take out the people,
the cigarettes,
and the sunny days.

Leave room for love,
peace,
and kindness.

I found myself admiring the sky.
Birds of paradise start to fly.
Lost and found in your way of living,
Sparkling waters and past reliving.

Your lips are the pinch of the sun.
Wrap me with ice — lost sacrifice.
Essence of destiny:
The woman who delights in ecstasy.

It felt like death, waiting for another death —
Transcending from death to death;
A moment of silence…
Condemn me to death!

Tears that crackle,
Lights that leave crumbles,
Paved on a deserted path —
A blizzard of thoughts.

We are in a clock; numbers don’t exist.
We begin to recognize the world we dwell in:
The damaged nature, relentless fear,
Life’s breathless sins.

The fog that brings disease,
Cloudburst, and blood of injustice —
Bird of survival with water wings.
Revive me. Love me a little.