Friday, March 23, 2007

Faded Henna


















Leaving loudly

Like a faded Henna
upon memory's silky texture
your aging love

Like visionary browned meadows
crying tenderness bygone



like a writer's flowery pen
pinning language's butterflies
on each question mark.

laila Neihoum

2 comments:

tiggy said...

Beautiful tapestry , precious as an ancient turkish rug.

fadwa said...

This is really lovely, you can almost touch it, and breath it in like a fresh cool breeze.