Empty moments. Silent crescendo. Liminal existence. Once upon a time, In the days when the world was green And no stain on the moon was seen
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Poets
We have a Creator "Glory be to Him" He created us with His light And to perfect us He perfected His wisdom encompassed everything
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
This world, if it comes to you with the words You have a share in it at all times And you have a share in it in every place
Fate has called you, my friend Asking about your condition Do you have a date to leave? Or has escape become your goal?
All my desires drive me to travel Far from the shores of thought Whenever I reject my desires Those who long for freedom
I am single looking for love I am a tourist looking for a way I am a soul singing outside the flock I am not what I wanted
Love comes suddenly like an arrow Like a heartbeat or a fluttering eyelid Calls like the call to prayer before its time
She was sitting on the threshold of fate Contemplating what life had given her Remembering the past and what she had attained
The world is crowded with evening ghosts People talk and argue generously Places inhabited by deaf breaths Digesting what remains of the bad past
Time passes between creeping and retreating It strikes souls like lightning So the days depart with us without escape
Whoever was shocked by injustice escaped with his life He embarks on a journey seeking his freedom Panting after a right that was taken from him
