This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold.

Rainbows introduce us to reflections