THE SHADOW MANUSCRIPT
A silent manuscript is my shadow, Written in the ink of dusk. It unfurls at my feet Like a forgotten verse Looking for its poet.It...
A silent manuscript is my shadow, Written in the ink of dusk. It unfurls at my feet Like a forgotten verse Looking for its poet.It...
Oh, sacred land where olives bloom,Amidst the whispers of ancient peace’s tune,Dreams concealed ‘neath skies of strife,Where walls ascend and hope los...
The ButterflyButterfly,fly Into the sky.Go to the garden To drink honey.She drank the honey And went away happy. The Butterfly’s stomach is...
The skies are not spectacular, for the missiles are relentless. Unending fear rises in their minds— There is nowhere left to go.The weather is not spl...
The city once woke to birdsong, but now it wakes to alarms.To the cries of children who have grown up with melting glaciers on their screens.They need...
Upon the eyes, a polluted sea as a black sky.The pigeons are flying somewhere.Balmy blood spreads into their feeble minds,And smoke traces dominate th...
Early light touches the earth.From that moment, blooms come to birth.On a branch sits a bird;At sunrise, its sweet songs are heard.The shadows of nigh...