I have only known
what bitter tastes like...

I came across a broken young tree
some how it sadly looked back, straight at me...

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

I reside on the other side of darkness,
where she rests her head amongst dying...

I won't ask why the land woke up barren
after a season of suns...

You fall and embrace me
with shades full of dark...

One night,
I just woke up naked on the inside...

Muddied are the creeks,
no blue reflections...

Hope ripples
below the river banks...

All June I instill roses in streams;
I end up next season collecting...

don't talk
don't scratch the surface...

Free Verse
by: Rania Moallem...