Comments about Arine M..
round corners that define the world
loud with all its static that speaks in a voiceless word
dim light that shines cannot reveal enough of what it should be
but time would freeze it all in those shades of grey i see
dark core that bears a crystal to protect,
fragile it stumbles in immature steps
so dark petals blossoms and iris, painted black
a lid that covers nothing, for nothing it is, there is no back
lashes of a painter's brush pause -
hesitant, in fear of weeping tears that course
the crystal drowns in ink that floods
when dam bursts and ...