Poems about dust

Surreal Infinity

Unknowingly I met eyes unrequited, shivering as an unknown language was born, translation of two...

“The limits of my language is the limits of my world.” – Wittgenstein To make up...

Captivate a second through light, reflections cry for me to glance away from the screen that...

The chains of perception sing the song of solitude. The chant echoes as a tribute to the tribe of...

Inspiration. Flower’s dust impregnates the flavor of my sweet memories, it tastes so...