On the lips of fire
I cast out my desire...

I love you,
Nay, I hate you...

My angel touches me
I tremble...

Roses of spirit are withering away,
And sad rain pours down in my heart...

Bathing in fire and fragrance
Feeling the ritual dances of the spirit...

PETRA
By Poet and novelist Munir Mezyed...

In the Predawn of the Night
I hear your voice...

Write...!
Write a poem and let the tears fall...

In the garden of the universe,
A rose...

A soul circle split asunder.
Two souls lost in space and time...

Coldness vanquishes the desire
And the eye sees nothing but the tomb...

Within me I desire
a tendency...