This life is a journey
with footsteps lost
in winter snow
~
Winter night
with the fire of a book
I warm my heart
~
Like rivers in the night
his words travel
the curves of her skin
~
حبرُ كلِماتي
بذورٌ أزرعها
في تربةِ بشرتها
~
الشمسُ على بشَرِتِكِ
في فَمي تذوبْ
كخَمرٍ عُمرُهُ ألفَ عامْ
~
Like snow unmarred
the poem
I do not dare to write
~
Heavy rain…
my heart is just a window
on a sunlit plane
Like snow unmarred
the poem
I do not dare to write
This is a great one
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