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Tears of an angel ------..-------- Winding up his wings He sits on the steep end of the temple The angel. Down there people, People touching ..

Deep dead. Door of the house no.3 is closing behind. On the steps a yellow bird named sunshine lying Dead. Closes the door, the pitter patter of..

Rains on the vegetable patch Sickened, it came waning From the up North, land of ice. Feverish cloud, it came only To ebb at your windowpane. ..

Mute flute Welcome. Please have a drink on the porch, Welcome, dear evening. Beg your pardon for slurred voice. Pardon the gathers of moist On ..

Amnesia arose I never pardoned you to wake me With a splash of grief Thrown on my closed eyes. Arose I found me amid wetness. A bed of ocean,..

Home bound city evening The Anubis sits at the door. Yonder, the spell of rising moon… The city with sighing fogs… Look back at it..

Scar A flaw down a valley of Human soul. I am talking on the scar, The blemish, Down the left chin of the girl. Observe it, Be curious bu..

Mails What time is it in U.S? I am at this side of world Bowed before roaring sea, Thousands of miles in between, My fingers fumble on keys..

Torn pages Torn pages from daily dreams and diaries. They are all scattered on the blue carpet. Pick up a piece and wet your palm The color o..

How will he know? He, an innocent, age three Wakes up dead to see A hand and its ten fingers, How have they done it? The first hunt and the ..