God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
Hope without love is hopeless.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
There can be no forced inspiration.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
