What Haiti saw in me?
Assembling the shattered pieces of a mirror called Haiti, I embark to
look upon my Self’s reflection, for truly what my reality is and the
words/poems just scattered ashes of my false Self. Haiti 2005.
Bread
You & I
The Nest
Heal Me
Not
Wordless
Dhikr
The Secret
I know
not
I
Evanesce
I
sell nothing
Obsession
The Hawk
The
Hummingbird
Meil La
(The Honey)
The
Past
The
Sculptor
For a
moment
Autumn
Rain
Cyring
Candle
The Eyeless
Forever
'I' : Boh! Maleh
© 2005-2002, Dara O. Shayda