Poems from Ekaneti
When the sun comes out,
it is very shy,
it timidly shines its light,
among the tired sky,
warily it goes,
picking up the speed,
poking its...
Tears search their way out of her thoughtful eyes
The process of retiring ambitions
was always looming around the corners
and we knew...
Lying is an addiction.
It's smoking cigarettes
one after the other.
It's the nicotine sensation
that powerfully hits
your state of mind....
I write to silence the ticking bomb inside of me.
To finish the countdown at one
and not drown in the pool of the unknown number.
I write...
She walked across a red line.
'Tasted like red wine.
It may have been a love line...
more like a fault line.
He said he drew the bottom...