Christine-Dion B.

Gustilo Grade 8-Narra 03/02/2017

My Love by Kaleel Gebran

When I sink my eye into your eyes

I catch a glimpse of a deep dawn

And I see ancient yesterday

And I see what I do not know

And I feel the universe flowing

Between my eye and yours

Keys By Fatma Kandil

. . . .

The keys that open doors

are the keys that close them,
and the keys strangled in chains
have nothing but the drama of tinkling.
But the key that dies in my pocket
reminds me it is time
Christine-Dion B. Gustilo Grade 8-Narra 03/02/2017

that i became a reasonable woman

who lives in a house
without keys, without doors.