I strive to decipher, then I think I understand

but maybe I don't

I like the ambiguity

and maybe, only maybe, all this is meant never to be understood, dearest Sahar.

once I do understand, I wont be writing poetry, anymore.

I am more then honored to find you here
and thank you
واشتقتلك
كتير

Mysterious but powerful. I enjoyed reading this. I'm so glad I stumbled upon your blog )

rarely, we enjoy things.
And I am inclined to think that , often, things enjoy us.

Thank you for dropping me this visit.
I went to wander a little bit, along your blog.

أنا أصغر من غرفتي...من المقهى...من هذه الخطة
أنا أضعف من أن ألقاه كل يوم...ذلك الاله

this is amazing

rita