Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.
Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.
Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.
The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.
A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.