The world is bathed in
A dull shade of honey
Like the blood is
seeped out of its veins
It’s still pretty
Still striking
How a mustard veil
Can make the sky look new
When the world slumbering underneath
Is dead.
– Saadia
The Sun turned Cold
I’ve loved the mountains
That cradled my home
That held us firm
When lives were lost
And now they disappear
Behind a gust of sand
And I’m left sobbing
At all that my land has endured
And all that it still must.
-Saadia
