Her eyes were starry, black night shade,
I became her nightly moon guide...

My feet dance along
your melodies like...

Echoes of my quite laughter
wound the air like a crash...

You're made of seeds, of soil and stone,
you're of life, of flowers- from flesh to bone...

How the tiny pallid billows struggle their way to...
by: Rania Moallem...

..And then the walls crumbled down to the floor,
but I saw no priest, not one savior on my door...

To float with my bruises
like lanterns in the starry night...

I looked for it
behind the curtain...

It rains and thunders
like roars and fires...

They, on chairs;
say the road seems narrow...

Every speck of hope
that escapes...

Two zero & four-
gone in vain...