Between the Lines

by. Ms. Salha Obaid Ghabish

As if we are night particles

For which nothing but the fog has found a robe

Thus the words became wet in our pages

And stumbled drunk with our wine

All meanings have become mere lies

Only our faces remained between the lines

In vain do we try the repair the will to survive in our features

Has the sun bid us farewell, or does absence mean..

So long