your melodic words
circle my heart...
where is the need to rake the fire?
the flames never wither...
Within the colours and contours
that shape us, your words were like a cure...
I will no longer write aloud.
This will be my last suicide...
this poem is an outburst
of unfettered emotions...
Can one emerge so bold
from a fragile cocoon...
Powerful like every natural thing
you were reborn in the form...
This was the weekly
"we can have a cup of coffee...
Hope ripples
below the river banks...
How to unload weight
from a heavy heart...
I won't ask why the land woke up barren
after a season of suns...
wears five-star badges,
rolling in with new armor...