The dancing beauty
By Ziad Dib Jreige...
The stars come up,
The sun goes down...
The self-evidance in poetry is
quite clear...
Just like a new bloomed flower
The sun wakes her up in the morning...
Winter,
the beast that drives me...
I need a day I can sit and look,
Amongst the trees with just a book...
I have had ideas that don't belong to me
because I have come to know, my lucid dreams are...
Life's diary closely resembling a mishmash of...
Time to turn a new page, put down the scissors and...
In dark of night I squint my eyes,
lonesome tears are recognized...
Idled hands extended
to capture the remnants...
Slipping through your fingers now
the mask that you've been wearing...
Expand like a sea
Accept all you see...