When Ashes Bloom
I walked the path — no shadow walked with me.
But brokenness… and sorrow’s silent plea.
The wind had scattered echoes of my breath.
Weeping for longing, hiding wounds beneath.
O Night — do our laments still find a way?
Or does the road outpace what hearts can say?
I write not joy — but from a soul in flame.
Each letter raised a child without a name.
Biography
Yasmin Harmouch is a Lebanese poet
and novelist whose works appear in international anthologies and academic
programs. Her poetry has been translated into several languages, featured on
global magazine covers, and studied in universities. She writes on memory, identity,
and the feminine experience.
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