In its own gentle temperament, The rose had found solace, like me For it had learned To endure the warmth and the cold, To accompany the changing seasons, But with one blow…

forgotten Centuries have passed, Yet haven’t seen you! And it’s true that haven’t seen the mirror too, Your face seems like a dream, Even your freckles, seen or not, If you were…

Rising like the wanderer from desert’s grasp No respite, no sanctuary to clasp, City’s streets, barren in their hold, Every path echoes the jungle’s bold. Restless heart, a desert in its core,…