On quiet nights,

when the wind whispers
in my ear

I sigh,
like pages that flutter
and throw dust
in the air

Oh, I feel ancient

An old woman in a young woman’s body,
not experienced,

old and sometimes,


Posted in Poetry.


  1. these are so beautiful to read…

    especially ‘when the wind whispers’..

    and ‘i sigh like pages that flutter..’

    and the way that these words as beads are felt and strung together on one tasbeeh..

  2. like hope and innocence are too much effort
    i think it means we are realising that we are revolving slowly towards death
    which we are

    please excuse the morbidity. Death has come to visit

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