They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

We all have the same ,
date of birth,
Maybe not on the earth,
But some where else,
Galactically far enough
in this universe.
Which fortunately means
we are all
Some how twins!

Two souls collided
And ricocheted
And bounced apart
And travelled on

Two bowls of glass
Too cracked and scarred
To bear the mead
Love feasts upon

The bitterness of a cold nights air,
Leaves me alone and bare;
With the occasional flickering light,
I walk in darkness with nowhere to go;
The path silent, with trees swaying
I came forth the silver glint of the moon.
Reflecting upon the river, its glow bright as ever;
Even the moon, with its innocent light, leave me desolate;
For the world is so much bigger than I am.
I continue on, along the forsaken path, until I am no more.
Slumped against a tree, closing my eyes,  until I solely hear the rustling of the trees

wait for breaking dawn
let one side of you be desolate
the pains must bathe in cold waters
the fires must not leave ashes

butterfly's dream
flowers