Spice and Smoke
The hookah smoke rings rise up high,Into the purple, evening sky.The tea is served in glasses small,Against the tiled, patterned wall. The...
@leila_m
“Living in a city that straddles two continents, Leila’s poetry is where the East meets the West in perfect rhythmic harmony. She writes about the beautiful contradictions of life, the merging of different cultures, and the universal language of love.”
The hookah smoke rings rise up high,Into the purple, evening sky.The tea is served in glasses small,Against the tiled, patterned wall. The...
The ferries cross from East to West,Upon the ocean’s rolling breast.The seagulls follow in the wake,For any scraps that they can take....