By: Husam (Sam) Salman
These are the thoughts that I feel:
We look to the stars that are blind to our existence.
The silent ballet of cratered moons and Martian lands
Beyond hands reach, remains pristine.
The silent ballet of cratered moons and Martian lands
Beyond hands reach, remains pristine.
Here, the vast void that is my imagination – boundaryless
What a small world we wet to our feet in to test the waters before we drink.
Here at the dance of youth to age to youth again
What a small world we wet to our feet in to test the waters before we drink.
Here at the dance of youth to age to youth again
My heart rides on like a herd of wild horses.
