God was right.
A wispy sin was must
in ethics of love.
The silent thoughts
revolt against the underlines.
From black to red.
Star-gazing was
on increase. Mannequins come
down for handshakes.
So far and so near.
How do I touch you O invisible.
An immortal was dying.
Beehive hides the
queen from the sun. Moon
shiners want to drop shutters.
