Delirium... freedom
On this dreamy
evening
I'm tired of
traveling,
After the dreams
were shattered
In the veins of
my dull crutch
Nothing carried
me anymore except the wind
Leaning on a
shoulder
Leaves ignored
for days
And life tore it
apart for no reason.
How can I blame
Ozari?
Which is silent
without me
And I ran long
distances
Without beaches
to remember
It was erased by
salt channels
You are
disobedient..
Like castles
that were not liberated by delirium
And the fever
made her sick,
How to pronounce
the ruling
So you put the
dot under the H
My fate was...
the pit
Instead of
gardens of love
The spirits of
writing are distorted,
Until he paints
my face
With your
perfume oil..
And that drunken
song
With a Christmas
thread,
And the hums of
a gypsy in exile.!
I love you, my
little heart.
Protect Me From The Cold Rain..
Protect Me
And I pick the
fruit of my years..
Hug me like a
string player
To increase the
tone of my arteries..
Be a coat that
repels evil people
And the armies
of my nostalgia revolt..
O most precious
women of the lands
And the most
beautiful of them in my certainty..
I love you like
little children
And you are my
forest and my knife..
The glow of your
light is the song of home
And the birds of
your chest make me sing..
Protect me from
the cold rain.. Protect me
The Hijr letters
form me..
Dimension suite
is not an option
The consolation
of the soul hurts me..
If you want,
close the house door
Your eyes are my
shelter...
Or drive another nail into the chest
There is no
shelter other than you that satisfies me.
Protect me from
the cold rain.. Protect me
ADNAN AL-RIKANI
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