Poems by Ziad Dib Jreige
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We speak of art, and then we speak of words,
We speak of colours, then we speak of rhyme... -
The fields of tomorrow
I once sat with, a paper blank... -
A Ballad In Late November
Black, grey, and white... -
Preface
Sometimes we stumble upon triggers, which remind... -
Preface
Have you ever found yourself unaware of the... -
A Wind Forlorn
In fall I think of spring... -
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Who am I
Out of the many things and matters... -
Disclaimer : please know that I intent no offence...
The raped mother... -
I held a pen and wrote my words and rhymes,
So people can freely access my thought... -
Across the mountains and the hills
Across the timbers wild... -
Preface
At a river I stand... -
My fellow birds
With birds I fly, with birds I sing...
