“To conquer a nation through the minds is more refined,
but no less violent.”

even when
as early as i was
very youngest

i love poems.
i reading them
under acacia trees

for love, however painful it may be

you knocked
upon my dozing heart
only to break it apart.

steel, not wooden
were the arrows that pierced
tearing flesh

every ounce

1. the thorns of a rose

the thorns of a rose
are but underlines
of the beauty
that a rose is, in itself

2. the rose to the thorns

the rose to the thorns