Went out on streets, a poem, To become lines on walls, Wounds in hearts, Longing in souls, On behalf of its verses.
Born in streets, the poem, To become a fountain, Shadow in dells, For passions hidden in these shadows, On behalf of its disaffection. (A simple poem about streets, life and the poem itself. Click to read more..)
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When the last flower faded, When the last pollen left without a wind, When the last love forgotten, The first destruction would begin. [Click on title to read a short poem on a fairy tale about humans]