Yara

Can you sometimes squeeze, from each new day, a wish to just breeze, God takes us soon, our faces washed grey, we must dance in tune, outside are sycamore trees, their branches show the way, even when freezing, it's nothing new, late winter’s here to please, the wind goes boom, forgets my frenzies, this bed's like a creel, I can smell the sea, see sunlit avenues, Paris, Beirut, the East, this life is beautiful, let us all speak.