Dedicated to somebody very special. (02.11 - 03.11)
A heart of black,
She didn't lack,
We stumbled upon,
A midnight snack.
Moans bred after Lethe
bewitched his old heart,
White, she wore at first but beneath,
She's a rose of fine art.
Probably, Possibly, Maybe.
Until I found her eyes hazy,
Bleeds black ablaze,
A heart of love? Always.
- Sandro Sathyajith Perera (Circa 2021)
