by Bilal Saloo
Your name will not be etched in history,
nor your life written for all to debate,
In time you will be left a memory,
But your actions will outlive any fate. Continue reading “Sonnet 2, The Helpers”
Flame
by Bilal Saloo
Inhaling the scent of melted wax, of candles,
lit and burned down to their plate,
forever present, an aroma lingers in moving air, Continue reading “Flame”