Everlasting Butterfly...

Today.... poetry is no longer that butterfly that lands delicately upon the eyelids of mortality,,rather; it penetrates the iris and spreads the gliding pains deep inside.

Poetry, unlike free death, is the struggle point of contradictions. still, it has its own struggle that by it, fails to reach an end.
poetry,when facing death, is powerful and warm whilst death is cold blooded and stance to give up life with all its cares and beauty. ... still, both are very true.

We all accumulate knowledge and experiences throughout our lives and readings , our senses show alertness and, our desire uncovers the beauty imprisoned behind the skin of ignorance and careless judgement.
at the end of the day, poetry and life share the same pillow and sheet full of butterflies...colors of vast grounds beneath delicate wings.
to know a language is to discover a new world...an invitation to our world through its gate of literature.

Edited by Maithem Alharbi and Amal Ibrahim