Photo credit: Nina Sharabati
Beirut
By Namal Siddiqui
I walk on your cobbled streets
searching for a sanctuary within my soul
I walk under your black sky
high like the street lights hanging above my head
Beirut
You are the crafty and eloquent lover
who sins and seeks absolution together
Beirut
I left my heart on your streets
for a stampede of humans to crush it.
Pain after all is the only real thing.
