I find you in storms I fight to weather
in traps of poetry I uncover...

The torch I hold
for us to see the lost route outside...

don't talk
don't scratch the surface...

Thinking of you..
I breathe on illusion...

I couldn't see the beauty
in our worn out portrait...

It's a misplaced memory, a sick passion that
seeks the highest mountains to rupture at...

Once upon a time I was lost in the woods and I...
Chill aura soothed me while I trod through the...

On some mornings I stole birds.
I opened my eyes...

Blue fell slowly on the last canvas
like a desperate dark night...

A mother has lost her will to survive
as Beirut danced to debris...

Muddied are the creeks,
no blue reflections...

The way you give me hard times, makes me run away...
Complicated...