Nostalgia Quote by Basim Furat
““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 who rouse war from its nap. I see my blood trundled at the borders, I plead to words to gather it on the page.””