#zahle
O city poured from light and vine,
where the river hums old secrets to the stones,
and balconies lean like lovers
over the breath of evening.
O city of wine and poetry,
bride of the Beqaa Valley,
where the mountains teach the air how to remember.
I send you a whisper carried on wind,
a prayer folded in the wings of dusk.
To your people
whose hearts are warm as bread from hidden ovens,
whose laughter spills like wine
from the cup of the mountain
May peace walk your streets barefoot,
and love sit at every table
like an honored guest who never leaves.
If distance has made me silent,
know this
somewhere, in another sky,
my heart still turns toward you
like a sunflower to its sun.
Peace and love.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 4:09 AM UTC