Broken breaks become dust debris
flying in roaming space and time
nothing to fill every breath
wandering silent in a whisper longing
The non-coma point silences the question at the end of the word
The answer has obviously lost doubt in the soul
letters are a taste in the silent sheets of the soul
love is a life that glows like light
Not because of the smile also tongue speech
the falseness is evident behind the beautiful eyes
the heart is a lantern looking with taste
contains the love of love behind the veil of the soul
The depth of empty space can never be palpable
not a trough of the oceanic cavity
his form is a sense that beats silently
whispering a peace if it had known him.
