The colour of wheatfields (Full story)

A matter of importance   Tiny little flower growing in the dry land The only green shade in the desert How did it find a way in this arid empty place To emerge from the sand?   Perhaps it’s here to be noticed by the little prince When he falls down. When he can’t standContinue reading “The colour of wheatfields (Full story)”

Shattered

From “The colour of wheatfields” Shattered What have grown ups grown to be Shattered dreams Pain caused by reality.   « I was a fool, I should have stayed on my planet » Said the little prince, eyes filled with a bit of regret « I should have guessed the little tricks hiding in my fiction, I wasContinue reading “Shattered”

The forgotten colors

From “The colour of wheatfields” I. كُل وردة عندها ألْوَان جميلة حمر، زرق، صفر أولا فنيدي تا يولي الوقت فَاتح ملي كَيتلاقى قلبي مع رَوَائح جديدة .ملي مكينش صداح في مخي   البارح بكيت، اليوم كنشطح كل نهار يقْدَر يكون غامق أولا فاتح ولكن مع الشمس عند بشرتي و القمر في ذهني كنحس .و كنستحقContinue reading “The forgotten colors”

The blight

From “The colors of wheatfields”   We all missed something.   Rotten.   He was so afraid of losing the rose The little prince completely forgot to take care of the tree That was dying on his planet Because he let the blight spread Now the elder almost stands dead.   Rotten. Forgotten. With skinContinue reading “The blight”

Elans contradictoires (A matter of importance Part II)

From “The colour of wheatfields” I. They go hand in hand   Precious liquor of life providing peace and lingering pleasure. On an open wound, alleviates a pain, often oozes in an atypical texture. Inside your vulnerable heart, it infuses vigor and strength, it ignites, voracious fire. No end, not even any side effects, niceContinue reading “Elans contradictoires (A matter of importance Part II)”

Two sides of one story

From “The colour of wheatfields” The child that flies away, soaring into the sky From love and happiness, his desire for life that makes his tears dry To end up being astray, will soon be gone This urge to destroy himself, leaving his body lifeless He will be, now letting himself be happy Wrong, isContinue reading “Two sides of one story”

The disaster of empathy

From “The colour of wheatfields” Drops running on a string I get wet even with the sun shining Selfless desires and shared feelings I know when you’re not scared and I know when you should be.   I can see you headed for the wasp nest and can already feel the stings. You haven’t yetContinue reading “The disaster of empathy”

A matter of importance

From “The colour of wheatfields” Tiny little flower growing in the dry land The only green shade in the desert How did it find a way in this arid empty place To emerge from the sand? Perhaps it’s here to be noticed by the little prince When he falls down. When he can’t stand anymoreContinue reading “A matter of importance”