Sonnet 08
Backwards, at the cradle a look I cast...

My fellow birds
With birds I fly, with birds I sing...

Unaware
I paid a fortune just to know...

A passing moment
A passing moment...

The treasure within
When the true value of self...

Jailbreak
I once built a wall...

The harvest
They sleep in peace...

The music of longing
It is the call of a passing lark...

I smile and weep upon a year
Which to my present is past...

The eternal deed
I shot the stars one by one...

Justice
The guilt is dead...

The dancing beauty
By Ziad Dib Jreige...