“I burn the clouds, Knowing that remembrance has thorny flasks. I plough the sky by sea, Knowing that tears are bluer than my joy. I watch my follies in fancy, hoping that sparrows inherit my maze, And listen to those… — Basim Furat Copy Share Image
“Friends depart Sea is swallowing their moons Airports are archiving them in the oblivion basket Borders are exclamation marks in their lives But they… — Basim Furat Copy Share Image
“I burn the clouds, Knowing that remembrance has thorny flasks. I plough the sky by sea, Knowing that tears are bluer than my joy.… — Basim Furat Copy Share Image
