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.
My thoughts bounce around my head,
All of them beautiful,
All of them free.
I look at the people,
Everything will soon crumble and die.
No longer a favored or beautiful place.
Just forever there.