It is her fragrance that sets the garden into motion, she walks in and everything is alive with light and love.
Unrecognized, our desires come to haunt us in the night.
Night does not exist in the city except as an anomaly.
This poetry a trail of leaves that I follow deep into the forests of my childhood, into the deserts and high mountains of my longing, reminding me of who I am and who I want to be.
Wrapped up in his arms she unwinds her day, her breath and thoughts slowing down, his embrace filling her with safety and warmth, as the world outside fades and a single star shines from the quietness of their belonging.
الحب هو وليد اللحظة، أما الصداقة فتبنى.
Love is the child of the moment, but friendship is built through time.
As I sip my morning tea, the autumn sun outside, like a warm, tender wave falls over the trees in the garden. Beside me, on the desk, a book calls to be read, as though it were the tender eyes of a woman I love, inviting me to delve into them. My heart is filled with a strange stillness and calm as leaves falls all around.
Autumn morning… in all beginnings is sown the seed of their end