Abdel-Aziz Haider br br br br And under the polished stars br Under the light-house br The darkness of words. br The darkness of silence.. br The death had a conduit under the feet and another as a loop strangle the Spirit br O, O soul... Reassuring to the battered trees…., crumbling sky.. br Ailing souls br Go back to your self-Pearl br Return talkative with sad br Mute... if words were crossed br This is the time of ruin br This is the zero point...