Balloons
Filled with smoke
In that darkness
Of the storm
That you surround my every Sunday with
Clowns
Half-learned
Occasional writers
Lovers of their own ego
Hypocrisy
Temporary tears
You are spinning around my soul with the dexterity of a dervish
It is fresh
From your eyes I keep the unsaid words and the unfelt thoughts
By You
I am howling
Non-
Love
I have loved You in all of the languages
On
Earth
Before you were born
I have been browsing through
You
Line by line
Verse by verse
You know, people have this bad habit of dying from time to time

Aroma

In God’s name, just do not leave the moment I dedicated
to you
through what I had felt
Previously felt
That You are
Are you?