Saturday, October 30, 2010

Childhood village, convent window -
Fog moves
Healing poetry

2 comments:

Maya Idriss said...

Today I revisited it after so many years. Thought it would refill my heart with hurt. It did not: the turning point these years is my poetry, expressing what was to wash it away sand by sand particle.

Maya Idriss said...

The desert is one sand particle ...
My joy for living soars as Phoenix.