Oh Rania,
what are you...
Her pen name symbolizes
the muse of misfortune...
You are a complex of irregular emotions
trying to define yourself...
Above my bed in time with the sway
of curtains caressed by night's breath...
I prefer right hand pages
like...
Sunlight drifting through the trees;
buds appearing, brand new leaves...
He might be a tongue
busy with grammar...
Good morning
This is not funny...
I am a broad ocean of
words; wild and bottomless...
I shape shift with all my power
into who I am...
Sweet and sentimental touching tenderly
pearls of wisdom creates a well of serenity...
See in the shadows,
What isn't there...