Friday, 23 November 2018

Blocks

A game of balances,
undone and rebuilt,
it figures too hard
ease transmits
back to squares of cards
that read flashes of writs
an obligation not to be so hard
by breaking down to bits.
What am I talking about?
I forgot now.

- By Laila Ali Haid

Sunset

Poem by Laila Ali Haid In life doth sows ,  repentance a seed forgo lies, in death thou weep,  fruition in rain, wending the basin,  silk do...