Poems from Firas Alwaily
Behind the galaxy
Homeland of souls
My grandfather, my father, and I
The language of secrets
The alphabet of light
A song of lightning
The throat of the sun has no tongue
Death is the beginning of the homeland
The end of exile
The femininity of the goddess of self chirps
granting her magic to the seasons
overpowering my heart
shaking my pulse.
The spirit of the...
On the distant heights of exile, that child sits. His beard is the ash of years, and his eyes gaze into eternity. Love plays out in...
Behind the galaxy
Homeland of souls
My grandfather, my father, and I
The language of secrets
The alphabet of light
A...
On the distant heights of exile, that child sits. His beard is the ash of years, and his eyes gaze into eternity. Love plays out in endless...
Behind the sky's cane is a wormhole and the remnants of my galaxy grandmother. My homeland was here a billion years ago, and in parallel...