Love in octagon
She in pentagon

Quadrilateral
Recollections

A tablespoon
to taste the bygones

A lyric
that equipped me wings

A thoroughfare
from the wanderlust

A chair
that soothed my nerves

A window
opened to lands that do not exist

A lane
that taught me solitude

Hills
that made my glances penetrating

What else, endless…
Innumerable triangles
of emptiness.