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...

Would you be sated with a single sip
when your thirst is vaster than oceans...

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...

Their gifting spirits
live on in their absence...