Withering into the quiet,
I no longer keep track of the nights...

What else would a metaphor
do, except for adding a color...

You are my everlasting winter;
the sudden storms...

I have told you that you are my sun;
never have I thought I'd be doomed...

I was suddenly cast behind the bars
crashing into a burst of missing belongings...

Cursed with a stroke of agony;
so many words silently drip...

Sun Curls in my Shoes
by: Rania Moallem...

Worried & lonesome,
dispirited I sit...

Ungrateful...
I'm bound to you...

Thank you for the flowers
you sowed in my spring backyard...

Losing the ray between the sky and I,
it's fading away into powder, into soil and wind...

Like a fair gesture,
that arouses to declare the...