Category Poésie

Home is where the design hits the shape of my soul.  

All or nothing, no bargain. There is only one way through the pain.  

All is good, I hear no fury. I forgot all colors, I know all colors. I read in black, I dream in peace.  

All is done, Nothing’s done, We are made of dust That sparkles in the rust.  

Breathe,  

Breathe…  

Breathe more…  

Give me your smile,  

Give me your tears,  

Give me the anger, the anguish, the relief.