
Tears for sale – mind every soul in dried passways – crying rivers.

Tears for sale – mind every soul in dried passways – crying rivers.

Reaching top – while crowded below – the lonely way.

My grounded stones – present an upper stage in twilight – for lovers only.

This herd – keeping all so trusty together – no matter what.

About gender – the obvious is a statement – feathers in place.

Writing the light – out of shadows and darkness – turnarounds in life.
Day’s special – dreaming every inch of love – summer whirls in mind.

Eyes shut open – with a broken story on the lips – running scared.


In black and white – facing the surreal art performance – a trial in tango.

Interfering – when hitting thoughtful words – left a deep sigh.
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