You, a pancake house,
often drizzled my palms in maple...
Artistic moves,
dancers in the air...
Never did I expect my favorite
blanket to lose its threads or...
* Treading My Pride.
The heart of a dreamer beats out of time...
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...