Sunday 11 April 2021 | 3:24 AM Damascus Time
Diaries

I do not remember where we first metMaybe in a past life,Or in a book,I was..

Diaries

When I was writing a poem for youMy tears stopped me.Poets wrote about songs..

Diaries

We start the evening with the trembling shadows of our faces on a maple..

Diaries

No body fully with atomsEach atom and its shackles weave decrease, Fires whine..

Diaries

It was absolutely necessary to listen to the noise of the heart and the follies..

Diaries

Maybe, we have the right to ask about the quiddity of poet/ poetess again and..