English

I watched
Sunset’s transillumination,
Methodically cold fieriness
Burn itself to a temporary grave,
Only bearable to witness
Through distorted angles of sine.

Faith lowered
To a (temporary?) grave
Only just bearable to witness,
Through distanced iris-blue-sky.


Eventually I will stop introducing posts. I promise. But this is the first bit of original poetry on the site. Written and read by nadia.

Awesome.

-- adnan.