Bombs over Iraq
Blasts on the roof...
They ask me where I was born
like if the place where I come from...
Life without you is Christmas
with no mistletoe’s adrenalin...
Ashes of summer
fall and settle upon a...
Not because my heart
feels like an imposing...
My withered hands bare cracks
of smiles gone unnoticed, circles...
Eyes distant as the Moon skin as pale and...
Someone's Daughter...
A natural recital is
composed between two...
I go to a place where
dreams criss cross...
Sweetheart, let me sing you a lullaby
on a night of November...
Emotions are volatile
Mobile as peas on a child's plate...
A mother holds her dying child in her mind,
heart and soul...