Tale Of The Shower Drops

Don’t remember when it happened A year ago or a few, But a strange thing has happened And, for me, a very new. It all started with a prologue, As it always does, A prologue very interesting, For the both

I am just a thread. I came out of the fibers of a tree older than letters, or – maybe – out of a cotton plant thrown by chance winds into a field where stones, flowers, thorns and wheat multiply,

Today’s tale is a telltale tale- More than wingless fairy tale! But any man of Intel men will surely fail And must they fail to be in fright I am to tell: A thief to theft, in a home, he’s

I don’t mind your goodbye if only i see you rejoicing in the shade of your new found happiness I will not cry over the memories you left me with but will be satisfied to see you are making your

The unwed moon rowing like a swan on blue lake after making love to silence. Dignified shadows walk on black beach gathering white heels. Only lunatics will sing in shapeless lines. Who cares for a sequence? The milk of love