Every speck of hope
that escapes...

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

It rains and thunders
like roars and fires...

I looked for it
behind the curtain...

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

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

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

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

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

My feet dance along
your melodies like...

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

Come caress your love on my skin,
comb these prolonged kisses...