This time last year, I wrote haikus out of restlessness and weariness of the heart.
What is a shadow, but darkness that occurs when something gets in the way of light.
A new kind of fire will emerge in the horizon; One with tender, more colorful sparks.
If you were to choose your heaven, what will it be?
You may have become impalpable for me, but it is what keeps me going.
She was promised that all she needs is patience and time will reward her with his love forever.