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“How did they find out?" Donnal inquired. "Did you set them on fire?"

"You know, it's so rare that I actually do that, and yet that's always the first question anyone asks me." -Senneth”
― Sharon Shinn, Quatrain

“I was born upon thy bank, river,
My blood flows in thy stream,
And thou meanderest forever
At the bottom of my dream.”
― Henry David Thoreau

“Tisn’t rude to rebuke an arbitrary greeting, a nonsense question upon first meeting. To be all right implies an impossible phase. We hope for mostly right on the best of our days.”
― Marissa Meyer, Heartless

“Lost in a Quatrain - the state of being deep in thought, contemplative...”
― Adiela Akoo, Lost in a Quatrain

“The Angles Of The Frame
1
Many years have passed since the day,
I looked into a mirror, saw a wrinkled face.
I've been disclosed to the bulging sands of my bed.

2
Aeons of breath account for the many veins in my atrium.

3
The bull I breast-fed for many years
And I've submerged into the frame.

4
I knew the justifications were hard,
Hard as against the current of water.
No news from the ambiguous points
something uncommon.
It can't be justified by natural rules,
many years we've been tangled on it.

5
This usurped land is a part of all buried treasure islands
No finger points in any direction.
Lost in the dead-end alleys
Tracing images without a compass.

6
Horse pounding pulse sing endlessly in my blood.
My kinsmen of horses�
Blood-line linked as to rays of a circle
like roots of a tree growing deep on the roof.

7
You can't stop the hands of the clock.
You can't come back to the broken minutes.
The days have been arranged one after another.
The knights have left the game one after another.

8
There was a straw mat where you fell asleep.
I became numb, quite used to the stillness of the house.

9
Was something supposed to get away from the core
to join us?
A century has passed and we still live in this house.


10
Dimensions have shifted
Not exclusive to the roof
The letters approved us as the residents of the house
They ran away as the convicts
And we got used to the standstill.

(Translated from original Persian into English by Rosa Jamali)”
― Rosa Jamali, Selected Poems of Rosa Jamali

“She went away in beauty's flower,
Before her youth was spent;
Ere life and love had lived their hour
God called her, and she went.

Yet whispers Faith upon the wind:
No grief to her was given.
She left your love and went to find
A greater one in heaven.”
― Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel

“Hearty wishes and lofty dreams;
Scream aloud in barritones and accoustic thrills.
When you take a leap, and trust the steps and turns,
As your dream, so shall you become.”
― Chinonye J. Chidolue