We speak of art, and then we speak of words,
We speak of colours, then we speak of rhyme...

Preface
How oft we sense the beauty around us...

Strange
Strange how your dear face...

Streets of yesterday
Once busy, with sides replete...

The beats of a beautiful morning
By Ziad Dib Jreige...

The birth of a nightingale
By Ziad Dib Jreige...

The breeze that loved me
You came to me in the yestermorn...

The Buried Hope
Once again, a nursing mother seeks the scattered...

The caterpillar that never flew
Once a thought came to my mind...

The childhood of a mind
Before his statue had stood there...

The Constitution of Giving
Beware of spilling your water...

The dancing beauty
By Ziad Dib Jreige...