Reflections
Howdo you see you?Howdo you see me?Yourreflection is still the same person, butdo you see it as such?
Thereflection of your judgement,thoughts,feelings, actions,howdo you perceive these things? Doesit make you a different person?
Whatdo you like, what do you hate?Youare the same person in every version.Everyreflection...
Enigma of Love
Frozen eyes and scattered lips, that’s all left in your portrait.
Unzipped
wounds of cruelty are stained by scarlet white.
Fragments of linen hold up a fragrance which pierces my nose.
In your eyes, I am seeing me, placid,
But
mine turns out to be empty.
You, the...