Renegade

The flower that smiles to-day

To-morrow dies;

All that we wish to stay

Tempts and then flies.

What is this world’s delight?

Lightning that mocks the night,

Brief even as bright.

Virtue, how frail it is!

Friendship how rare!

Love, how it sells poor bliss

For proud despair!

But we, though soon they fall,

Survive their joy, and all

Which ours we call.

- Percy Shelly

نهج المنصف باي.

Moncef Bay, St.

Tunis.

Doors of Medina, Tunis.

Tunisian heritage.

A church somewhere in Portugal.

A moment of awe .

I am but a shape that stands here,

A pulseless mould,

A pale past picture, screening

Ashes gone cold.