a day, a year, or a lifetime
of trials that wind back and forth,
a hurricane; in the eye of me
I cannot see & feel.
Don’t you ever tire?
Ever, do you ever
let the soul pervade the air
and provide the earth?
On a dim spring morning,
springs seep through me
like the singing winds of the east.
Birds sing along a promise
and I sing too.
The sun’s soft on my skin
so I step forward and get swept
between the sand, salt and the sea.
On a dim spring morning,
the universe shows me
what I can be.
Basant Said is an Egyptian teen and spends her time reading, journaling, and connecting with life. Lately, she's been documenting the world and getting a colorful taste from all the tiny things around her. Like touching the leaves of trees as she passes by, eating ice cream on a very hot summer noon, or sitting in different spots on the bus. You can find her on Instagram @basanttash.