Danya Qattea Poems
|1.||The Mother Tree||11/11/2013|
|5.||A Face At My Window||12/6/2013|
|6.||Imperfection Is My Perfection||12/17/2013|
|8.||Late For School||11/24/2013|
|10.||Hope For The Best||12/18/2013|
|13.||Staring At A White Wall||12/1/2013|
|14.||I Understand Why The Rose Weeps||1/1/2014|
I'm over my head with water and ocean,
Trying not to sink with wounds,
Beauty in a wave comes falling,
And time again for water to hold me.
I'm over my head with water and ocean.
Staying afloat with one thing alone.
Love is just a factor, but hope is my friend,
And time again for the wave to claim me.
We're one in a tiny world,
We are the beauty that makes up all.
Without water drops an ocean can fall,
It's time to join the wave that claims all.
As I look up at the honey yellow moon,
she looks back.
She smiles at me,
her face filling everything I see.
She's still smiling as she turns back to the earth below her,
towards any ever-weary traveler.
She knows she can't rule the sky,
but always will sigh when she is pushed out.
She always knows,