East Bank of Euphrates
The fish are very angry, and wish the sun would finally stop, Robbing their already depleted river, drop by evaporating drop, They know not, why their water, is vanishing with a shroud, And then sun cannot tell them, it is
Icarus Glue
I never thought I would fly in such rough weather, But I care not, having glued myself feather by feather, I could fall faster than my meteoric rise, but I don’t bother, Because a fall isn’t really painful, when taken
Falling Leaf
Nestling in the sun, tethered to the strongest stem, Looking at cousins in my shadow, I laugh at them, Basking in the glory of my sun, I miss the impending grey, I should have listened to those stories of the