(33) Warm Pieces - I Know What
I am outside the range
and very well
nobody will reach me
unless I am willing
so suddenly silence called.
he in stampede was running,
as if it burnt.
She is falling softly on the floor with thin muslin
Taken down nervously from shoulders.
As will o' the wisps on swamps
Hands turning white with glow of the moon
A Little Nightmare
everything was dark
in this corridor
and portentous air.
A Play Of Rays
a play of the sun rays in a glade
is a riddle for me whether the sun isn't abusing
dropping this hot a weapon
A Power Of Love
love isn't asking, when it is taking into the captivity.
love doesn't ask but it is forcing his way by force
then you have trouble when to sleep you cannot
you aren't sleeping after nights and you are mixing