Many poems will grace this page; not a few prose would be borne in this exact place. Soon, your very own eyes will bear witness to works written lovingly and passionately. Tomorrow, this very post will soon be gone to give way to the first of the 50 poems and prose, wholeheartedly and painstakingly born out of the writer’s mind and soul.
But nothing would matter, I tell you. Nothing would matter without you.
I dedicate this to you, sinta. This I do for you.
