Peace is not everlasting, but war is absurd.

"Soul aroma," he called the scent of rain soaked soil.

When her emotions transformed into a deep love for her fellow humans, her tears turned into pearls.

If you want to soar in the clouds
Like a lonely feather
I will cut my broken wings

If you want to drink from the deepest ocean
Like a lion that has crossed the desert
I will show you an oasis

If you want all of my love
I will give you
All that you want because I love you

Like a cracking piece of terracotta sculpted by fingertips
Her wrinkled hands were woven with his spirit

Instagram sculptor by day
Poetess by night

An activist
Shapeless, without fault, clothed in independence

Never accepted by they/their parents

Do you remember?
We once smoked a spliff
On the terrace, fantasizing
Barely thinking about the world

And life came crashing down
And a phantasmagoria of colors
Became a black and white picture
That I shared with myself from then on

All that was left was my sobriety
A lemonade, coffee, and bitter orange peel
You, instead, had bitten into a meringue of stimulants
By then, you had left the world for some solace