Sonnet 08
Backwards, at the cradle a look I cast...

My fellow birds
With birds I fly, with birds I sing...

The dancing beauty
By Ziad Dib Jreige...

Desires
Once I loved a root...

The music of longing
It is the call of a passing lark...

Pestilence
Around the pillars of justice...

Justice
The guilt is dead...

The harvest
They sleep in peace...

Chained
While I was having a walk...

My bonds of freedom
I stood upon the shoulder of Qadisha Valley...

Preface
I sit betwixt my failure and my success, i weigh...

The eternal deed
I shot the stars one by one...