Tag: Ahmed Hardallo

by Ahmed Hardallo Quest, Out to the woods , for the explanation of the string theory as obsolete as it may be , it flaps in the wind , A beacon of a possibility of a null probability , like an indefinable infinity, Like the the adamant nature of no passability , As it is…

by Ahmed Hardallo I spent the morning sifting through the swamps of my ill disposition Emerged tracking through the marshes of my goodwill, sullying its bad mane I shook the mirth off , and shed the luster of conceit for the gaiety of content The  guttural swirling of butterflies morphs through adolescence into a comfortable aged content , The…