Is healing to the soul.

You play in my soul your sweet colors…

I’m interested in his beautiful striated fabric
at my eyes with your fists
but do not you change your soul again.

Human behaviour.

Images of the lost.

Clouded sun, reluctant to shine.
Wind into body piercing, soul shaking.
I collapsed here in your arms wavering attitude.
Freezes and very … immeasurably.

To heal is the objective – To cure is the goal.

Better part of me: pt.6.

From the start to the end.

Demonic poetry.