Dedicated to Ezme: Best of luck with flower arrangement

Matching colors in a Seasonal Mood

Transcending History

RAINY NIGHT

Drops of melancholy seep into my pores 
Drops alluring me to 
A dark corner of my childhood tears 
Wounds on a tender heart never seem to heal
Drops echoing a mantra: Poetical tiara dipped in pain 
Poets are made of rain 
Drops not listening to my deafening nausea: 
Never did I desire 
A broken shadow framed by fame 
Nuns' acidity wrapped in drops
Chanting: No protest, child 
Eat ignorance vomit and Praise the Lord
Little did they know
Nevertheless, nursing my sanity I walk in pain into poetry
Back to day light
Capturing a Wake up call:
The scent of God, Beauty within my reach

dedicated to Houda & Amine

Humming through the world
A blue sky inside my mind
Yet as fragile as ever
Let your colors embrace my wings
My breath is the undulation of yours