As soon as the soft backs to one's shoulders heaven,All the earth immensity be no more pleasant.All the roads, all of a sudden, take the wrong turns,All the destinations twist and head to more mourns.All your years-by-years seeds hit by the unkind sun,By the stagnant time windows like Judas, then runsInto yor being echoes your… Continue reading
Habiba's so-called poetry
So-called Poetry of Biba 