I want to write more poetry,
more of you, of words that ryhme...

I often forget you
in the sun...

Disintegrate! as I expose
your figurative panels, to...

Inspecting my skin like mad,
searching for a source of pain...

Winds hardly pass
through the gaps of the window...

Tonight, like many ordinary Gaza nights,
there are wounded babies...

In such an eerie evening, you have
once left me standing alone...

My mind; a highway
bearing hosts of arrivals...

Each lightening up in his own part of the world,
trying to break the distance...

Time's been like a tornado
fleeting through my fingers yet...

I feel like a blizzard of snow,
almost like a field of...

When I curved rainbows
behind your horizons...