To Denis, without words.
Letter Life
The life of a bird in flight
life of a sunrise
the life of a child
a forest and a river
life has told me.
The life of the deaf and blind
life who can not speak
's the sad mad
they know little
life made me dream.
Life becomes entangled voracious
life that comes out to play
conscious life remaining
beating life at sea.
The life that springs from a dead
life not death
the deserts of
that of an open book
life has made me which I.
The life that shines in the thunder
end of life goodbye
life of a breast leaking
the secret life of a god.
Life hanging around
life of each emotion
life in excess
kiss of life
life has made me song.