Time is links
woven together loop by loop...

He serenades still
there under the window of...

The blackamoor Jazzes,
hellfire tangoes with my soul...

I awaited whole year
between gloom and light...

The knight
armoured all in white...

What a pernicious time this year was for me.
what a serrated dagger...

I saw your cold body,
I hugged your cold body...

It's a salted wound,
the death of your beloved...

The true motions of emotions,
deep scratches of commotion...

It was not a glass menagerie of thorns
it was a a flower house...

My take on Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's master...
I was from the nature of light and transparency...

Like a bird in the cage
of a unceasing movie of fly...