Don't wake me up with whispers devastating Soul
Eyelids? Two petals of withered, love-thirsty rose
I dance in white and black with fins in Paradise
Ephemeral Self defending Purity of nameless cloud...
Don't trace my steps contouring our Dark horizons
HE watched through branches when we played “Sunset”
I told a homeless seagull: “ You know? Don't need to suffer
I'm growing gills of Hope... submerged in Fantasy...
(photo is on my Wall on Facebook...)