We bear the sole, relentless tenderness.
so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
You are like nobody since I love you.
Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.
Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.