three best poems:
Storm
blasphemous because the mother is looking for the storm ...
is highly deceptive nightmarish fear
why tempt deadlock between heaven and painful as the fault of no one angel awareness trust in a lie?
death on spit...
Her blood
your like an angel sees cross force
each sees the wind is often
on what your city looks always dark dungeon?
trappy go in the sun dreams
Lapi still a child
clouds hide the crimes Me
admires...
Wind lost
is vanishing ...
hunger often meets transience
Penalty fleeting life goes on
suns after fighting with scarry tear
you see the child in silence
spit the past rejected the blasphemous to the memory of...