THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO SAY
WORDS AS DRY AS FLOWERS
STRIPPED OF THEIR LAST 3 LETTERS
WOODEN BEAMS CRAVING FOR A TOUCH OF PAINT
WHEN THE CUP OF T IS FINISHED ONLY PAIN REMAINS
WHAT COLOR IS PAIN
IS IT INFINITE BLUE HELLISH RED
OR HIDDEN GREEN
COLORS NEED NO ADJECTIVES
TO DESCRIBE A FEELING
UN HOMME DANS UNE GARE ISOLEE
LIKE THE FLOWER FADES TO GREY