Ocean Rising

Midday,

Summer breeze,

Caressing her wandering spirits.

Her machines,

Gone dry.

Them weaved memoirs;

She has forgotten his affection.

Those beliefs,

Chocked within her bones.

Ocean is rising,

Yet her shores are broken.

– Lala Tevfik

She Was a Poet

As she laid away her brushes,

Heard ink dripping from the moon.

Her consumed spirit,

Echoed within thin air.

She was a poet,

Carved trees into words.

She was a poet,

Reeled truths through fiction.

A tender reflection of her viscous portrait.

– Lala Tevfik