I watched in ignorance the remains go by
I tried to draw a bridge, a canal, a little door...

I often forget you
in the sun...

Something in your words stands out,
whether pushed into low punctuation...

Each lightening up in his own part of the world,
trying to break the distance...

Wildly these feelings
sleep upon this bank...

...and if you ask about my well-being,
I am floating over clouds...

What do you want of me?
the ghost, the lone lover writing poetry...

People seldom return
Seasons never cease to leave...

My starting verse
a thorough beginning...

You can keep trying on and on,
but your misery just won't help...

Sun Curls in my Shoes
by: Rania Moallem...

Embrace me to the soul
then ditch me boneless...