Poems from V. L. W

Little dots are all connected, all around the world, How come that from all those stars, Only some shine more and more? I can't see the...
White imperfections on the skin, Hard on the touch, shinny, firm. Little white crescents, battle marks, Bigger marble line, accident signs...
7
Seven is a bad luck, Seven is a curse, Seven means disaster, Seven means the worst. I love Sundays, 7th day of week, A boy first kissed me...
I desired to touch the sky But I am only Icarus My wings had been burnt by the sun Now I'm falling through the clouds Ground seems hard,...