Sensuality sublimated into delicate words, and emotions expressed with musical rhythms. For, real life is a collection of some slow moments when our emotions are consciously heightened.
White songs
You played white songs
with small snowballs.
Falling down on my soul, they awakened me.
Your beauty was there
A free bird
I was a free bird
embracing the sky
dancing in the wind
singing without cry
I was a free bird
but I never heard
the silent melody of the sun
when she plays before twilight
Beautiful Blossoms
In all of your springs
which haven’t yet come
I believe
And in all of your songs
even those not yet heard
that the rain whispered
for the soil
your secrets keeper
all through the winter
Quantization of time
Time doesn’t have any length
we defined it in this way
and stretched it over a circular path
time is quantized in moments
the moments happening in one place
on the juxtaposition of two peripheries
where we started our self-imposed race
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