Poetry | شعر

Under the rubble are vast cities where the children sleep. Does the moonlight reach them?

His eyes were watering and wondering something wide and unwieldy about the world, about his world in this moment without…

والغيومُ السود حطّتْ فابيضّت من فرط غُربتها في سماء الغراب والناسُ ظنوكَ أسطورةً من بين أساطيرَ أو دِينًا من الأديانِ…