Bayda, the Casablanca, the wettest part in Libya...
The air is unsullied with city pollution. A rough...
Like a butterfly...
Summer evening
I reached the cottage on the mountain...
She's as tiny as a
speck of light...
Fed by the sunshine,
happiness sent to the north...
Black clouds burst to rain,
raindrops perch on her eyelids...
Watch a Leaf Fall
did you ever just sit on a park bench...
Pitch black clouds cover
red stained sky; while the heavens...
Lay me down upon meadows
of broken sunshine, silent...
The morning mourns today;
dewdrops snivel...
White lotus is born
in the music of winter...
Brittle flakes dangle
upon rigormortis fingers...